You can move from city to city, but escape from one place doesn’t solve old problems, it sounds new alarms. These poems—which range from suburban Long Island and the barstools of New Orleans to rural Thailand and the reef bottoms of the Philippines—remind us that places can be fled, but the impact of experience remains. Requiem for the Tree Fort I Set on Fire is a coming to terms with a scorched earth policy toward the past. It bears witness to the struggle, perhaps the futility, of traveling the world to find the self.