Root Rot as a collection is a reckoning with the environment and histories, internal and external. It explores grief and loss, and that disruption spurs growth. This book closes with land acknowledgment, though these poems work as acknowledgment of the land itself, those interior and exterior spaces. Louisiana, Florida, and Oregon are cataloged as we learn of flood waters rising into houses, and storms blowing past, too. Much has rot, corrosion, mildew, and "what the sun gives / does not match what our bodies need." What is not lacking is music. "Winter pulls no punches yet I forget / every year how it bleeds." The voices offer interiority of a type that seeks to include us.