Poetry. California Interest. Poetry exists in the play of language, and the earnest playfulness in Jackie Berger's new collection begins in her title, where she speaks of missing an exit along life's metaphorical highway, a word with two meanings that both loom large in this work. In one sense this is the road not taken, and in the title poem Berger imagines a very different life she might have lead: Stop in a small town for lunch / or the rest of your life, / who would you be here? It is theme to which she returns in more than one poem here, as in the aptly titled My Other Life. But we also miss those roads we can no longer travel, the exits that no longer lead anywhere we could return, and in that sense much of this collections serves as elegy for her parents, but also for lost friends from schooldays, old television shows, even for dying palm trees in Los Angeles. In a way this collection functions as the Death Museum she visits in one poem; and she reminds us that we are all Feeding the Worms, ...with our bodies, / waiting to return to our beds. But for all that, this is not a morbid work. If it is wistful, it is also wishful. At the Day of Atonement that closes the collection, she bids God, scrawl us in the book / of stumble, stutter, fail, / its multi-volumes, / anthology of near misses, of winging it, / collected works of lucky guesses, / hard knocks.... Missing, Berger tells us, is what we do. And if we can't go back, we can always go on.