In Come-Hither Honeycomb , Erin Belieu turns her signature wit and intellectual rigor inward for an unguarded exploration of human vulnerability.
And yet there is agency--structural dynamism, texture, the color green--while.
The bodies in these poems are trapped, held hostage, bleeding.
The poems meditate on the impact of large and small traumas: the lasting thumbprint of abuse, the collective specter of disease, the achingly sweet humility of parenting.
In Come-Hither Honeycomb , Erin Belieu turns her signature wit and intellectual rigor inward for an unguarded exploration of human vulnerability