Reviews for What Are Big Girls Made Of?

The average rating for What Are Big Girls Made Of? based on 2 reviews is 4.5 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2012-12-02 00:00:00 Jose Martinez This is probably my favorite poem from the book. Just beautiful. On guard I want you for my bodyguard, to curl round each other like two socks matched and balled in a drawer. I want you to warm my backside, two S's snaked curve to curve in the down burrow of the bed. I want you to tuck in my illness, coddle me with tea and chicken soup whose steam sweetens the house. I want you to watch my back as the knives wink in the thin light and the whips crack out from shelter. Guard my body against dust and disuse, warm me from the inside out, lie over me, under me, beside me in the bed as the night's creek rushes over our shining bones and we wake to the morning fresh and wet, a birch leaf just uncurling. Guard my body from disdain as age widens me like a river delta. Let us guard each other until death, with teeth, brain and galloping heart, each other's rose red warrior.

Review # 2 was written on 2018-05-14 00:00:00 Brad Davis I loved reading these poems. I expected the overtly political feminist rage, thinking this would be something like Diane di Prima poems. But I didn't expect everything around and beyond the slogans. Odes to deer and cats and grackles, and an interiority that travels deep -- "all the way / down into the octopus cave / where I would seize my own self / like a precious living conch." There's something about this balance -- writing of both white supremacy and lost cats; abortion clinics and crows; the Holocaust and octopus caves -- that gives this poetry power and relevance. Also: beauty. Last stanza from "Season of breakage," and words for our time:Our virtue is to become wise as gods, knowing we are helpless as maggots, and go on out of the burning house into the winter that will kill or renew us.