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