These are poems about wounds at every stage: the breaking open, the scabbing over, the scar. A menacing stranger (“ever-beckoning, black eyed and grinning”) surfaces throughout the book, haunting and seducing the speaker, stitching together the book’s wide range of forms. Invested in multiple mediums, the poet also includes photographs and excerpts of a libretto (performed at the Whitney Museum for the Yam Collective). These words whip like a live wire.
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"No Humans Involved"
When I was a girl of 9 or 10 anyone could have me any way they wanted because speech closed a blackness in my throat so cavernous and loud the blackness, a smoke so thick don’t even think about the procession on the body all their maws loaded up.