This is another book that my housemate left when they moved out. It’s a small book of poetry about the author getting out of an abusive relationship and finding a new one. It’s really a book of grief poetry, you know the type that is just raw feelings on the page and not much else. I know when I’m going through grief it’s usually something that I need to read just to feel validated and seen, but I’m thankfully not in that state right now.
Other than that, I don’t really have many thoughts on it. Not much beyond that besides there’s also the occasional poem about sex or whatever. I also expected the book to be more linear, more of a one-to-one relationship with the author’s experiences. But that’s the way feelings work also, they go round and round.
I don’t have any real desire to pick up the second one of
these, the author didn’t really write for me in my current emotional state.
Maybe if I ever need to though, I’ll be able to pick it up again and more fully
experience the intent of the work.
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