“Krista J.H. Leahy’s “They Say You Are Everywhere” drew me in immediately with its irresistible rhythm, its exuberant sense of rhyme, its feeling of glorious litany. The poem is a current that pulls the reader toward the ineffable, “seeding lips with keys of longing,” naming the yearning to see what we do not. Though we cannot reach infinity—“divinity I am / so finite, so limbed”—we may still dwell in Leahy’s infinitives, those unlimited states of being.”  —Nina Sudhakar