"What a marvel / to share my body, comfortable in it, / with you, my rushlight, who did not hurt me."

Just great. I didn't really care for the series of poems following the author's travels with friends through Mexico, but the best of the poems in this collection are memorable, precise, and fantastic. From the voice of a queer black American, some recurring themes are intimacy, art, religion, and trauma.

"Whistler painted The Peacock Room / 140 years ago. Slavery had no been excised / from the Americas. I've wanted / to be hurt into gold."

Damn. As with most poetry, you either feel it or you don't, but if you feel it enough you go back to read it again over and over. That was me with "Black Docent."