Saaro Umar’s book of poems, Two Uncles, draws on film, conversation, accumulative feelings, insticts, and observation to create a deeply felt and meticulously crafted text.

Umar is interested in the ways writers use form to house watery ideas. 

Some nights I 
sleep within
you, 

like an inner 
planet nestling
the sun, 

you lick the hardened mayo
from the bend 

in my lips, 

little daggers of 
selenite.