Simply brilliant poetry.
A vivid exploration of life through the grotesque eyes of the stomach. Victoria Kennefick uses the process of eating as a motif for understanding the self, family, and femininity. This collection was gritty and clever in its observations on how eating has followed women in something as a means of control. Her descriptions zoomed into the ugly nature of chewing and digesting; there was something so tangible and interesting about the glorification of eating. Kennefick’s lines each held their individual purpose aiding the narrative and imagery in the poetry, a particular favourite are the following lines,
Our salty lips disrupting glass with wings of breath
can't seem to shape the word sorry.
......
but you take my face in your hands, kiss me hard,
pushing your gorgeous tongue across the length of mine.
Afterwards, our seams popping, we shriek with laughter.
If you are into weird surrealist writing such as Slaughter House 5 and American Psycho, but with a female gaze, this is the collection for you.
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