In raw, lyrical poems,
Host
explores parasitic relationships—between men and women, sons and mothers, and humans and the earth—and considers their consequences. How much control do we have over our lives? To what extent are we being controlled? And how much does it matter in the end? Revealing the unvarnished pain of mistreatment—whether inflicted maliciously or accidentally—Lisa Fay Coutley examines legacies of abuse in poems that explore how trauma parasitizes bodies, infecting the text, repeating in language and image the injuries the body has been subjected to.
Ask me why light can pour warm through a cold bay window while water under sun is dark as a closed door. A man’s hand     erases a girl’s thigh. The trees start starving         themselves into everyone’s favorite color.             Her darkest room digs itself     below her throne. The body knows no  wrong move. The more love, the more. —Excerpt from “Oubliette”