If I had to choose a poet to watch bad reality television with, it would be Sarah Suzor. It’s not because her new book-length work “The Prettiest Girl in the World” is shallow—though it considers superficiality as a theme—or pop-culturally obsessed—though song lyrics and fashion play their parts therein. It’s that Suzor can take the most trivial, minute concerns of the everyday and spin them into wildly philosophical musings. Bad lines from a bad love song morph into reflections on authenticity in relationships. An astonishingly pretty girl becomes a funhouse mirror, reflecting and distorting all of us: our flaws, desperation, gratitude and desires.