Great Regulars: As the poem continues,

and the speaker's uncle rages about his cousin's date with a white man, we come across a surprising line: "I let him feed me/the anger I knew was a birthright,/a plate of bones thin enough to puncture/a lung."

Subverting what we expect, talking to the reader as if that individual were sitting next to him on a bar stool, [Terrance] Hayes makes poems that flatter our subtlety and make unfussy the business of turning on the imagination's light.

from John Freeman: Plain Dealer: The poems of 'Lighthead' from Terrance Hayes subvert what we expect

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