Kai picked this out for me from the Seattle Public Library and it had everything I like in a poetry collection: consistent changes to innovate on form, word choice that halted me mid-sentence nearly every sentence, obscure enough language and references that I had to google definitions, and heart at the center of the story that shone through till the last page. Brava Kai!
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Thinking about a feeling is like photocopying a feeling. that scanning light is safe.

Living is such wet data.