Is it a story exploring the self, or is it an ironic, self-conscious construction of “I” gesturing…

“I would rather the poem’s score / My ear imprison, then enumerate / The wrongs of late…

Having peered into the heart of the volcano and seen the "fiery crack in the world," the poet…

...the systemic racism that underlies language and how we use it—even in experimental art forms…

The women survive; they can take it, the ugliness. Dogs come back, lie atop them. Dogs come back…