As I've written before, at times poetry seems like the most intimate of art forms; sometimes it can feel like you're being let in, allowed into someone's deepest thoughts. Morgan Parker's stunning collection invites the reader to acknowledge her perspective as a Black American woman. In sitting down to write this, I cracked open the book again, and found myself an hour later having re-read nearly the entire collection. I found new things that I hadn't noticed previously, and clever structures that I enjoyed even more the second time around. The words felled me again into deep reflection on this country, its history, white men, and my role. Parker's point of view is important and too little experienced. I loved the wordplay and time spent grazing poems like "Magical Negro #80: Brooklyn" (like a prayer) and "Matt" (the last lines of "Matt," wow). The whole collection is powerful, and I highly recommend it.