A Gathering of Matter / A Matter of Gathering has double-daring dual purposes: to repair the broken body and to break all bodies—the corpses of gender, identity, race, sexuality, and their worn behaviors. The body of language, its prescribed nonpoetry, and the government of all things that bully silence seek out their grandest, subtle performance here, as an abstract lyric violence scabs what we once recognized as written modes of experience so that the n/a/r/r/a/t/i/v/e heals its own progression balancing hope and hurt. I wish Emily Dickinson were alive to read Martin's radical and haunting prayer of what melancholy and butterflies become. A blurb is bloodless so this one clings to the back of this book for life-support like a small tick, made fatter and redefined by its necessary and reading-like transfusion of sucking. This is the first book of poetry to transform me in a black ass long time.