The poems of Melissa Broder pull off a strange and compelling trick: to exist meatily, viscerally, and even bloodily at the center of a void. Holes thump through the pages, blankness crunches bone, zeros growl with hunger. Each line is a little heartbeat hurling down the abyss.
—Patricia Lockwood
Broder’s poems offer a postmodern twist on the confessional, and they push for action in the face of despair.—Publishers Weekly
Melissa Broder is absolutely one of the most important poets writing today. Her poems eviscerate the reader with their misty and murky charm, with their ability to say what is and not what should be, for their love of life and the sensual, for their knowledge of what it is like to be a person right now. Last Sext is a master work, a text of brilliance written in a dusky field, for all of us. ‘Can you feel it?’ is what it asks us. And we must answer: for chrissakes, of course, yes.
—Dorothea Lasky
Broder has a virtuosic sense of herself and is able to convey, through poetry, the form of her whole mind process. In turn, we see our deepest selves reflected back.—Daniel Lopatin
With her fourth poetry collection, Melissa Broder demonstrates just how powerful her existential musings can be. . . . Last Sext is carried by longing, fear, and the mystery of mortality – in an absolutely stunning way.
—Large Hearted Boy
Broder has built a career on brutally strange, introspective encounters with language. . . [Her] best poems invoke haunting repetition in an almost ballad-like incantation, allowing her lyrics to make stunning, unexpected turns of brilliance.
—Booklist
[A] provoking collection that spews and spits desperation and sensuality.
—Format Magazine
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