A review by nogardens
There is no emergency by Conchitina R. Cruz

5.0

“Every not thing you occupy. / I grow a garden of holes gathering dust.”

“It wasn‘t quite graffiti, / but it would have to do.”

“The city was river was grave was ruin was monument was city again, less a bridge and neighborhood or two.”

& the entirety of titular poem and exhibition notes.

if dark hours was the existence of the city, (…)emergency is the insistence of the city—this is how u would imagine a city poem whilst in an fx ride to philcoa.

or its a there is no emergency 2024