Poetry people, read this book.


  • i didn’t know the cost of entering a song was to lose your way back


  • to begin the faithful work of drowning


  • a city so white it is ready for ink


  • young enough to believe nothing will change them, they step, hand in hand, into the bomb crater


  • teach me how to hold a man the way that thirst holds water


  • the way the barrel, aimed at the sky, must tighten around a bullet, to make it speak.

Read this book.


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