Back in college, one of my professors said, "A great book teaches you how to read it." (Was he quoting someone else? I tried googling it but came up with nada.) By this definition, Ali's book is great. A casual reader might find the initial pages a jumble of incomplete thoughts and non sequiturs, but early on Ali establishes the idea of cities built atop old ones. Soon Ali's poems, through repetition of word, image, and event, cohere into topological accretions of their own. Like cities, they sometimes follow previous patterns and other times make about-faces, resisting habit and natural features. With the poems building upon each other, we follow Ali's path through various cities, which is also his journey through self-hate and denial to a hard-worn, perhaps diffident, acceptance. Identity is itself an accretion, he shows us. "We are three points on a line."
While Ali describes his lives in NYC, Cairo, DC, Barcelona, and other cities, he also writes about religious conflicts due to sexuality, family conflict from same, an eating disorder, heartbreak, the soul's stubborn insistence on survival, and healing. I've added several lines of Ali's into my commonplace book to return to and meditate upon.