Status Updates From Night Sky with Exit Wounds

“Headfirst,” “The Gift,” “Notebook Fragments” — HOW DARE YOU 😭😭

“When our lips touched the day closed
into a coffin. In the museum of the heart
there are two headless people building a burning house.
There was always the shotgun above
the fireplace. Always another hour to kill - only to beg
some god to give it back.”
Such beautiful queer poetry, had me tear up a little in a cafe.

shoutout Sophia for letting me read her copy because reading “Telemachus” made me want to sit down and cry somewhere, and now I’m scared to get to “Eurydice”