A portrait
A decade of poem across five countries
Written for the ones who run
For the anxious-avoidants who contain multitudes
Isabelle Correa
Award Winning Poet
I only exist when somebody loves meI am soft quitting perfectionThe work is boring and unsexy. God, I'm so lucky to do it
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ABOUT THE BOOK
A lyric, brutally honest, darkly funny portrait of a woman raised on violence, God, and American television.
It starts with Judge Judy and evangelical youth groups. It ends somewhere in Mexico City, "still asking the same questions."
In between: canceled weddings, bar bathrooms, tarot readers, overseas apartments, a long parade of almosts. A woman who wants to be a wife, a saint, a poet, a problem and who keeps confusing hurt with love and going back anyway.
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This is a collection that refuses to behave or be boxed or be anything other than full and open hearted. Isabelle Correa writes desire as collision; body, memory, and longing crashing against the fragile idea of safety. These poems are sharp, darkly funny, and devastatingly honest about how we relentlessly return to intimacy, even when it hurts.
—David Gate, A Rebellion of Care
Portrait of a Person Who Pushes Love Away in Fear of Losing It is a feverish examination of desire, heartbreak, and the patterns we return to even as they unravel us. Correa writes with unflinching intimacy and emotional precision that pull you in and don’t let you go.
-Elise Powers, author of The Size of Your Joy
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Isabelle reads from the collection