How I Became an Angry Woman

In How I Became an Angry Woman Bianca Bargo autopsies a doomed love in razor-edged imagery boiling with lava and venom. Here we have a man who has eaten girls hearts like valentine candy and a woman who has too many nightmares / of your old lover; / her fingers dirty / with knowing you first. These are volcanic poems that ultimately understand how love-like the truth-is rarely pure and never simple. -Sarah Freligh