Maricela Guerrero’s Kilimanjaro obliges its reader to embark on a fraught locomotion, one that is less a journey from point A to point B than a jolting awareness of each of the infinite dots that combine to form any line or trajectory. In a subtle way, Kilimanjaro investigates what it means to be a migrant, a bereaved parent, a lover, or any other person or being yoked to a capitalist machine. Maricela Guerrero is an unflinching, incisive writer, and Stalina Villarreal’s translation rightfully emphasizes the toughness of her vision. —Wendy Burk