On the bus with Rosa Parks Book

Since she's discovered
men would rather drown
than nibble,
she does just
fine.

There are no direct references to social justice in these pages but to suggest it isn't present is to quip that since breathing isn't in itself named, that such a motor function is likewise absent. I myself feel as if I am choking on fibers, torn tissue of what it means to be alive. We are a dastardly species. Certain hopes satisfied a philosophical ideal. This led to institutions which serve to protect us.

Alas, we are jackals.
That hasn't changed.

I truly enjoyed the opening and concluding sections of the book. The middle wanted to flaunt something. There is courting and forgiveness in the opening. Such is presented as a natural cycle. The final poems cast an eye towards a past, not necessarily ours, but a past.