i wrote a book (‘: a whole doggone book of poetry. i had borne it out of love & joy & grief & the terrible irrefutable loneliness that follows the death of parent. it is my own personal liminal space, a small dissection of me. it is my insides, here on the outside. it’s a ghost. it is a flower. it is me!! •

i really and truly am so grateful for everyone that helped make this little dream of mine come true: my beautiful friends around the world, the love of my family, the ineffable support from my partner, and the best little print shop in all of america (thanks, mike!). this is just… well, frankly, it’s cool as hell. i hope y’all know that every one of you that holds this book holds a part of me as well, but especially those mentioned above. •

65 pages • signed