‘The me that was then / follows, watching from the dark / theatre of my skull.’
The Politics of Feeling
‘Everything already is fraying at the edges if not completely gone.’
‘his balance / between person and / abstraction’s so stirring I want no other token for anything can happen’
‘It was fake that your hugs were convulsive / and your furies unpredictable.’ Translated by Cassandra Gillig and Anne Boyer.