Cherry

I love it when poets write prose. Karr's language is just so, so good. This was also interesting to read just after George Sanders' Tenth of December, which I was so ambivalent about because of its darkness. Cherry is, if anything, darker, because the things Karr experienced and bore witness to are real, but I felt uplifted that a mind like hers can emerge from an adolescence like that and live to tell the tale so evocatively.