My Earliest Person
Lyrical drifts warped by syntax into blizzarding softness; odes to beauty, meaning, and inexperience splintered by history and grammar. An aqueous surface marbled with the lightest possible touch, lost footings arrested by change’s near-griplessness.
None of this matters. It’s only supposed
to save you from yourself. None of this
matters, when I try to take it out of me into
the world, which to find I can praise
I go out to
Composed across two winters between late 2022 and early 2024. Contains 43 poems.
“This luscious and needle sharp collection is a real feat of the textual imagination, wow.” —Adam Piette, Blackbox Manifold, no. 34
Published in 2025 ┊ 64 pages ┊ Paperback ┊ Language: English
