I don’t know what to make of this book. I truly don’t. It made some best of the year poetry lists, but it is very much not my thing.
That said, I’m a forty something year old CIS white dude and I’m pretty damn sure I am not the writer’s intended audience. This is a combination of art, selfcare advice and poetry. It left me confused about the strong reviews, but we must accept that its quite possible I just don’t get it.
When I started doing these reviews years ago I committed to either recommending, not recommending, or recommending for the enthusiast. I considered not doing that here, but that felt like a bit of a copout. So I’ll honor this author by being honest and saying while I cannot recommend it that could really very well be more about me than the author.