OK, wow, this is an incredibly strong debut collection from a poet whose work I look forward to following. The collection is divided in two parts: poems set in the narrator’s painful young adulthood and those set in the relative peace of her later life.
If I could describe this collection in one word, it would be “visceral,” and I mean that as the highest of compliments. Poems about death talk about the often grotesque bodily realities and immense pain of being at the end of one’s life, and yet manage to make it beautiful. Lines like “My grampa died gasping, mouth open/to gulp whatever life had yet to bring him” absolutely blew me away.
And yet this book is also witty, with lines like “I have this really bad habit. It’s called heterosexuality” and an entire poem dedicated to raccoons. Speaking of trash pandas, my fellow Torontonians will feel very at home reading this. This is the first time I’ve seen the notorious Queen and Spadina McDonald’s referenced in a beautiful poetry collection, and I am here for it!
Reading this collection felt at once like talking to a wise sage and like a tipsy conversation with an old friend. I highly recommend this one.
Thank you to the publisher for gifting me a physical copy!