First published in 2007, the reissue of Maggie Nelson’s gorgeous, expansive book of poetry feels like a necessary summer read, not least because of Nelson’s ability to so palpably, grotesquely, beautifully make clear the urgency of love and fucking, as she does in the book’s titular poem, with the lines: “I reread your/ letters, and remember/ correctly: You wanted to eat/ through me. Then fall asleep/ with your tongue against/ an organ, quiet enough/ to hear it kick.” See? Necessary.
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