Each poem in the anthology, and there are 74, bleeds into the next, and similar to many of Emily Dickinson’s works, none have titles. The poems bleed into each-other so much so that I found myself reading as if it were poetic prose, or a novel. I am still questioning if it’s “meant” to be read as individual poems or as one big, interconnected poem. There’s lotsa extended metaphor and repeated themes and even phrases repeated verbatim. Its as if Moffett said, “okay, how many stories can I tell using this one metaphor?” or, “how many ways can I spin this phrase?”
The poems tell stories of mental health, Moffett’s relationship to her mother, the female reproductive system, and natural/medical science. There’s a good mix of scientific and purely poetic language. I learned a lotta cool facts about spiders!
Moffett’s poems were so well webbed together (I say “webbed” in reference to all her spider imagery) and although repetitive, never boring. She has a very relatable and heartbreaking voice as a daughter and a woman. It’s ALL about motherhood, memory loss, and womanhood...it’s really, really wonderful.