Etymologies, Ancarrow's first collection of poetry, is a sort of reference work. It reminds me of David Bowie's comment: "Don't you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything." Etymologies is not long, but it might be about everything; in particular, it might, in looking at the origins of the words we use to describe ourselves, be about our own origins—or our inability to know them.
"I'm always playing with sound, trying to find the line, and letting language lead me somewhere. I'm satisfied with what I've found when the real shit pops up, and that's what I can revise toward. Black feminist writers taught me the urgency, political potency, and transformative power of truth-telling, and the only truth I'm interested in is accessed through vulnerability—I'm skeptical of its other origins."