I am afraid I wasn't as into this as much as her previous work. I just couldn't connect with the war theme. Maybe I need to revise after some years. There were one or two poems I loved and some lines here and there. Just those two poems make the book valuable and secure a place in my library. (Holds the book in her chest. Closes her eyes. Keep! She exclaims) * I am Marie Kondoin my books.
“Once inside the body, does war move up or down? / Maybe the body pisses it out,/ maybe it dissipates, like sweat and fog/ under the heat of yet another colonial God?”
One of the best parts of reading this was going to class, and having the author, my professor, talk about her experiences, and the why behind writing the poem. That, above all, I think, helped the book come alive. Her experiences became more real in her telling of them.