essentially the english language fails me sometimes when i want to capture the depth of importance of experience, and i can't find words for what i want to say here about gratitude and reverence. this collection is full of love and strength and rage that all are incredibly deep and powerful. her form is unique and impactful & the pairings of poems on facing pages embellishes impact. models of family, love, ancestry, and lineage that are decolonized and beautiful are everywhere. i read work like this from a particular place as a white settler queer femme; one element of my place is in recognizing where i do not understand or know, recognizing where emotion and sensation are evoked that move me into feeling love and solidarity, and where gulfs between my experience and what is here are stark, where my own lineage of violence must be seen and felt, as well. made me want to reread anzaldúa's borderlands/la frontera, which is one of my formative influential texts as a white feminist who grew up about half an hour from the southern california border with mexico.