University of Georgia Press
(Georgia Poetry Prize)
and summer was a slow idea barelycoming around sleepless someonehad called an ambulancecausing a sorrow to appearon the pavement
—from “THIS WAS AFTER MIDNIGHT AT THE CORNER STORE”
How it began: This book began the way most projects begin for me: (New Directions, 2012)—rattling around in my head. At the same time I was leaning into the latter half of 2020, in the high desert, the days stripped back, oversaturated, and full of fear, the news utterly insane, our shared precarity seeming only to increase, and the losses, too, increasing. I was thinking about the future, not as belonging to a temporal scale, but as something belonging to space and its rearrangements, something an erotic trace of the past or present can release, something we can perform through our rhythms of relationship.
