Planes, trains, trucks, city streets, walks with a dog.

Myles is unguarded but never sentimental, their poems through travel and stillness, intimacy and isolation, work and survival. They write about friendship and sex without polishing it into virtue; about climate collapse and capitalism without turning it into slogan. There's contradiction and thus a lot of humanity, the desire and dread, tenderness and exhaustion, permanence and mortality — often in the same breath.

Set against the backdrop of pandemic time and a precarious world, Working Life asks what it means to keep living, loving, and noticing. Myles finds both warning and wonder in landscapes flashing past a train window, in shared air, in the act of caring for someone or something fragile.

A collection that feels lived-in rather than performed.