Sean Horlor’s debut book of poetry, Made Beautiful by Use (Signature Editions), contains lines that must be read out loud. The line “cologne in glass bottles,” for example, is so simple; but say it, “cologne in glass bottles,” roll it around on your tongue, “cologne in glass bottles,” and it becomes a mantra. Such lines, coupled with small, powerful statements— “desire is lonely work”—and a strict sense of rhythm, give Horlor’s work momentum. The lines in the book seem to throb, forming their own internal nervous system. The imagery always remains elegant. Even when the subject matter turns dark, Horlor makes the darkness delicate, showing a sadness that is almost peaceful, as though you are lying on a bed by an open window as a cool breeze floats in.