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320 pages, Hardcover
First published June 9, 2022
I came from countryside,
from hills,
and from people who didn’t read books,
you thought.
It was easy to come to the conclusion that
I was your Tess,
pure, simple girl,
and you were my Angel, of course.
I was just another girl
who’d been called odd at school
for liking books more than boys,
for preferring words to tongues or
intruding fingers,
and scorning small-town ideas about what I
could become.
The walk is slow.
I don’t want to
leave this city behind,
the one that made me
and betrayed me,
stole so much of my heart –
but I guess I’m breaking up with these spires,
pulling them out from under my skin
like splinters or needles,
one by one.
You accentuate your face,
its sculpted planes,
in the way you shave your head and wear your
clothes
and I wonder how many hours you spent
seeking this version of yourself –
Greek god turned gangster –
in trashy magazines, or Europe’s marble halls?
You enjoy the surprise on
people’s faces when you open your mouth
and gift them with the privilege of your
tongue.
Dusk falls
and the sky unravels huge and clear with
winter.
It’s better in the dark, this town –
colleges stark as cut-out castles
popping up against the vastness of the night –
This should feel better, should be easier
than it is.
We are all tears and sighs and guilty sweat.