Dear Enheduanna is an erotic romp through language and lesbian history. Erin Honeycutt elegantly weaves together what it means to have a sexual body, a body encased in history. What are the limits of expressing desire? Can the orgasm become language? Complex and fun, these poems spill over and out of the mouth.

Each book needs a plum. Like a lover, shapes. In Dear Enheduanna, the reader gets mountains plum. Mmm. Without a body. Fairytales of circumnavigating shapes. A requiem for libraries— The pronoun "she" is a newborn metaphor de-colonizing the spirits. The pronoun "I" will sooner or later become a metaphor of light. Please, dear searcher, read this book—& I recommend reading Dear Enheduanna sur le pont of metaphors btwn sorrow´s ten thousand sources.

Words from both sides: indistinguishable, intertwined and braided. This text invites us into the crux and holds us there: the palindromes of words, bodies and fucking we find are completely exhilarating. A mirror rollercoaster where you are simultaneously above and below the tracks. Reading this book is an ecstatic process: penetrating it is it penetrating you.