I Know Your Kind: Poems
By William Brewer and Ada Limón
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Selected for the National Poetry Series by Ada Limón, I Know Your Kind is a haunting, blistering debut collection about the American opioid epidemic and poverty in rural Appalachia.
In West Virginia, fatal overdoses on opioids have spiked to three times the national average. In these poems, William Brewer demonstrates an immersive, devastating empathy for both the lost and the bereaved, the enabled and the enabler, the addict who knocks late at night and the brother who closes the door. Underneath and among this multiplicity of voices runs the Appalachian landscape—a location, like the experience of drug addiction itself, of stark contrasts: beauty and ruin, nature and industry, love and despair.
Uncanny, heartbreaking, and often surreal, I Know Your Kind is an unforgettable elegy for the people and places that have been lost to opioids.
“His vivid poems tell the story of the opioid epidemic from different voices and depict the sense of bewilderment people find themselves in as addiction creeps into their lives.” —PBS NewsHour
“There’s these incredibly dreamy, mythic images . . . of people stumbling, of people hoping, of people losing each other. I love this book because it brought us into such empathy and compassion and tenderness towards this suffering.” —NPR
“America’s poet laureate of the opioid crisis . . . Brewer sums up this new world.” —New York Magazine
“May be one of this year’s most important books of verse since its brutal music confronts the taboos of addiction while simultaneously offering hope for overcoming them.” —Plume
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I Know Your Kind - William Brewer
OXYANA, WEST VIRGINIA
None of it was ever ours: the Alleghenies,
the fog-strangled mornings of March,
cicadas fucking to death on the sidewalks,
the pink heads of rhododendrons
lopped off by the wind.
We wrestled earth with alchemy,
turned creek beds into wineglasses
the Roosevelts used at state dinners,
fueled fires hot as the sun’s dreams.
And there was light: a mile deep
in the underworld mines,
beaming from our foreheads
like wings through dust.
Not even the days we called beautiful.
Autumn weekends when DC drove in
to take pictures. Women in silk dresses
picking our apples, posing,
holding our bushel baskets
with a tenderness we’ve never known.
Snow days, belly-crawling
onto the frozen lake
to hear the ice recite the Iliad.
Not Hog Hill where Massey Energy
dumped cinder, the gray waste
between breaths, poisoned trees
black like charred bones,
where we burned cars while girls
wrote our death dates on our palms
with their tongues—even now,
rain choking the throats of smokestacks,
the river a vein of rust and trash.
Have you ever seen so many cold faces
slapped in the afternoon?
So many voices screaming— Wake up.
This is beyond desire.
This is looking through a hole
in the wall around