hawke10 's review for:

5.0

All I can articulate at this moment is that my heart burst as I read DREAM OF THE DIVIDED FIELD. Yanyi’s words sketch embodied memory, as when the poet writes, “My body, which delivered itself, the medicant and medicated […] my scars enabling me to be doubly alive” (41). I—disabled, queer, trans, and constantly peeling away binaries like sunburnt skin—have rarely before felt so recognized. Grateful for Yanyi and DREAM OF THE DIVIDED FIELD!