calumreads's review against another edition
challenging
emotional
funny
hopeful
informative
inspiring
reflective
fast-paced
4.25
words_and_coffee's review
challenging
dark
emotional
informative
inspiring
sad
medium-paced
4.5
"let us walk alone at night /& let the night not follow us"
A powerful, beautifully expressed, and at times brutal collection
Content Warnings
Graphic: Hate crime, Death, Lesbophobia, Homophobia, and Violence
Moderate: Misogyny, Sexual assault, and Sexual violence
brodiewilson's review against another edition
emotional
hopeful
informative
reflective
sad
medium-paced
4.0
lifeinpoetry's review
5.0
Excerpts:
I was a girl who had grabbed her body / from the wrong coat hook
(from “Homosapien”)
we have saved / each other’s lives so many times / she says to the bois / we have become lighthouses / sweeping the dark gossiping seas / the crowded head bobbing under / all our girls / adrift on the dance floor / we have pulled each other / out of the wreckage of our own bodies / sat beside each other / straight backed / making islands of each other’s bruises / promising that one day / we would live there
(from “Jack Catch — to the lighthouse”)
the body as haunted house
in sleep my body is a haunted house there are footsteps along fallopian corridors the corridor is a rope strung above a mouth I have been woken by blurred voices without bodies quiet arguments in my basement once I was possessed by a small girl who looked the same as me who ate herself on a Sunday afternoon while her parents downstairs hardwired their hangovers & Christmas tunes looped in nooses
//
my heart is a church bell but nobody visits & God is a man hands in his pockets watching.
//
(from “C+nto”)
I was a girl who had grabbed her body / from the wrong coat hook
(from “Homosapien”)
we have saved / each other’s lives so many times / she says to the bois / we have become lighthouses / sweeping the dark gossiping seas / the crowded head bobbing under / all our girls / adrift on the dance floor / we have pulled each other / out of the wreckage of our own bodies / sat beside each other / straight backed / making islands of each other’s bruises / promising that one day / we would live there
(from “Jack Catch — to the lighthouse”)
the body as haunted house
in sleep my body is a haunted house there are footsteps along fallopian corridors the corridor is a rope strung above a mouth I have been woken by blurred voices without bodies quiet arguments in my basement once I was possessed by a small girl who looked the same as me who ate herself on a Sunday afternoon while her parents downstairs hardwired their hangovers & Christmas tunes looped in nooses
//
my heart is a church bell but nobody visits & God is a man hands in his pockets watching.
//
(from “C+nto”)