Vomit in a To-Go Cup

In this debut collection, neo-modernist foreplay is dragged through the mud and grit of the everyday. These are poems written in the frantic space between health and decay—where the body is both a temple and a biological burden. This is poetry for the weary and the wakeful. It does not look away from the rotten clam of existence; instead, it finds within the decay a strange, flickering light. Authentic, uncompromising, and deeply felt, these poems map the distance between who we are and who we become when the world catches fire.