n nI write hungry sentences, Natalie Diaz once explained in an interview, because they want more and more lyricism and imagery to satisfy them. This debut collection is a fast-paced tour of Mojave life and family narrative: A sister fights for or against a brother on meth, and everyone from Antigone, Houdini, Huitzilopochtli, and Jesus is invoked and invited to hash it out. These darkly humorous poems illuminate far corners of the heart, revealing teeth, tails, and more than a few dreams.n nI watched a lion eat a man like a piece of fruit, peel tendons from fascia nlike pith from rind, then lick the sweet meat from its hard core of bones. nThe man had earned this feast and his own deliciousness by ringing a stick nagainst the lions cage, calling out Here, Kitty Kitty, Meow n nWith one swipe of a paw much like a catchers mitt with fangs, the lion npulled the man into the cage, rattling his skeleton against the metal bars.n nThe lion didnt want to do it-- nHe didnt want to eat the man like a piece of fruit and he told the crowd nthis: I only wanted some goddamn sleep . . . n nNatalie Diaz was born and raised on the Fort Mojave Indian Reservation in Needles, California. After playing professional basketball for four years in Europe and Asia, Diaz returned to the states to complete her MFA at Old Dominion University. She lives in Surprise, Arizona, and is working to preserve the Mojave language.n n