In The Language of a Bomb, love and violence share the same vocabulary.
 
These poems begin in girlhood, where harm first takes root in the names that mold us and the myths we inherit, then move through youth marked by reckless desire and impossible promises.
 
What follows is but a continuation: a marriage shaped by the same learned language of longing and damage, where the speaker, still searching for love, remains willing to be burned for it.
 
From smoky dance floors and motel rooms to quiet anniversaries and ancient ruins, the collection traces the slow construction of an emotional detonation, one engineered from childhood wounds and relationships that rupture long after the fuse is lit.