“April Naoko Heck’s collection gives striking image and voice to the questions of a daughter, and the answers tell the story of a mother, the story of a hundred, no, a thousand mothers and daughters. These poems are flickering shrines built from the debris of history and memory, both Japanese and American. Heck is strong enough to revisit, to cradle even, the bombs of our history, as well as the many smaller detonations that ripple through our lives with specific destructions—family, death, alcoholism, identity, or as she calls it: my mummy, my memory.”
—Natalie Diaz