When I was young, 32 years ago, I wanted to be a poet with a crap life. This year I just want a couch with springs that won't jam into our asses in ways we don't desire. It's a hot verve filled with residency requirements, funeral rites, registration fees, and out of body experiences so intense we forget our license must be renewed in order to continue making the kind of living not suitable for children.
Selected by Dennis Cooper as a favorite poetry book of 2020.
This honest voice, in verse, is exactly what I (and in my opinion most poets) need. We need to keep pushing the idea that poetry is not what we were taught in school and that it can be the language of the every day.