If masterful was not the diametrically wrong word to use to describe Kate’s writing, I would say thus book was a masterful use of the essence of language. But Schapira does not master language, she is its steward, and as such takes care of the Soft Place, the ecosystem she has been entrusted.
Love this mind. Turns over concepts of sewing, flesh, wounds, etc. but in a way that can accrue gently in the mind. Enough payoff balancing out enough wildness/mystery. Someone was once saying Alice Notley made him notice the unpolished surface of her poems, or that others spend far too much time polishing their poems. I almost want to say that about this book, that it is a really pleasurable "unpolished" surface. Nothing's accidental here, though. Beautiful book, and striking cover.