A bit too short, I was just starting to get into the rhythm of Twist’s poems and then the collection ended 😭 I’m trying to not overthink when I read poetry these days (still not as often as I should), and try instead to come away with snapshots, glimpses into the author’s thoughts and feelings they had while penning these words. Twist’s poems are often brash, brutal, exposing the soft parts, decrying colonialism, especially in the form of white cis men fucking Indigenous trans women. She doesn’t hold back and you can feel her anger, hurt, and healing through the page.