"The fractured urn of cosmos unearthed / Brims with inky night. I dip a finger inside / And trace a crooked door in my life / To step through and pull closed behind / Locking out the creature made of mouth / Shapes on moth wings, creature I am myself / Pinching shut my lips with my inky hand, / Not just my mouth, pinching shut lunatic / months, thin wings thick with dust beneath blank squares / Shivering underneath days, the moon nearing / Completion overhead."
an excerpt from, "Mobius Crowns"
An absolutely incredible collaborative chapbook by two phenomenal young poets.