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A review by gabbygarcia
Postcolonial Love Poem by Natalie Díaz
challenging
reflective
slow-paced
4.25
I am touched—I am.
This is my knee, since she touches me there.
This is my throat, as defined by her reaching.
This collection is something really special. It’s not immediately accessible, but once you peel back the layers of each poem (scrolling through the dictionary a few times…), it’s so worth the work. Some favorites of mine include “Manhattan is a Lenape Word”, “American Arithmetic”, “They Don’t Love You Like I Love You”, “The First Body Is The Water”, “exhibits from The American Water Museum”, and “Isn’t the Air Also a Body, Moving?”. Too many favorites! I love the way she writes about water, light, language, and the body. I love how she connects the poems to one another through vocabulary and metaphor. Absolutely excellent and stunning.
This is my knee, since she touches me there.
This is my throat, as defined by her reaching.
This collection is something really special. It’s not immediately accessible, but once you peel back the layers of each poem (scrolling through the dictionary a few times…), it’s so worth the work. Some favorites of mine include “Manhattan is a Lenape Word”, “American Arithmetic”, “They Don’t Love You Like I Love You”, “The First Body Is The Water”, “exhibits from The American Water Museum”, and “Isn’t the Air Also a Body, Moving?”. Too many favorites! I love the way she writes about water, light, language, and the body. I love how she connects the poems to one another through vocabulary and metaphor. Absolutely excellent and stunning.
Content Warnings
Minor: Death, Genocide, Gore, Hate crime, Racism, Sexual content, Violence, Blood, Grief, Murder, and Colonisation