literally don’t have the words to review this (ironic, given that a chunk of this poem/treatise/memoir/essay deals with the limitations of language when talking about loss) so instead have one of my favourite quotes from it, in an attempt to convince u to read it:
“In the time of the plague, and even long after it, to love/someone is the most/powerful thing you can do. It’s an act of bravery, to embrace your/feelings and desires, to reinvigorate a world that’s still in/mourning, and might be forever… It’s bringing flowers to a grave; wearing a/red ribbon in December; refusing to don/rainbows. Being sold by those who do not/love you but want your/money. It’s love as you define it; not as it’s defined for you/ wanting to be seen as you/are, not as everyone wishes that you could be. These are/difficult lessons to/learn, and there are so few now who are left to/teach them”