Curb by Divya Victor is an astonishing new book of poems that raises anti-South Asian violence to the surface of awareness, urging a conversation about the way bodies are marked. Documenting a relationship to land, geography, and location, the mark becomes a kind of bull’s eye on bodies that are indecipherable and unnameable by America’s flat tongue, yet targeted nonetheless. The words for saying any of this are at the curb/the gutter, and it’s there, too, where the person is made object/inhuman. Victor’s poems won’t soothe you if that’s what you’re looking for. They do something far more necessary; they vibrate under your tongue like letters from the dead.

— Dawn Lundy Martin