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336 pages, Paperback
First published October 24, 2023
I know with a sinking of my stomach that part of me will always be here, in this endless place, mired to the neck: held tight in the grip of these bristling green fields, this black earth, this perpetual burning of my body, the open petals of my hands, the bruised stems of my feet, this hunger that hollows me from the inside as the land hollows me without.
I have not bathed since harvest started, have had no time to detangle and twist my hair, to soothe my skin with water and fat. I know I am cut-ridden, fulsome, my bones poking out from my skin like the spines of feathers from a thin pillow. Know that my tongue is large and cotton-heavy from thirst in my mouth, but if I go to him and put my hands on his shoulders, wait for his assent, I can be soft when I lean forward and nuzzle his neck.