In Our Lands Are Not So Different, Michael Bazzett’s second collection, Bazzett follows his distinct voice—nonchalant, urbane, and recklessly sardonic—toward a place wedged between the embarrassment of carnality and the inadequacy of civility. In its endless desire to find kinship and understanding—not only with an other but also with itself—Our Lands . . . asks what to do when the part of the self that feels most estranged is the part of the self that feels most authentic.