Quiet, introspective, and darkly comedic, Nate Pritts' Decoherence gathers strength like a giant wave. Pritts' syntax declares an argument for his style that calls up Frank O'Hara in its blend of playfulness with the slow machinations of the speaker's psyche. At some moments elegant, lyrical, and seamless; at others limping and broken, Decoherence nevertheless swims along purposefully across leaps and omissions, navigating both tension and ease in a series of emotional risks