“Alone and night-neoned, I write read drink drug grieve and all America keeps teaching me is that there are so many ways to die in America which, frankly, is qwhite confusing because this country killed you a decade ago and I’m still writing reading drinking drugging grieving binging binging blacking out in the cozy, claustrophobic home I’ve made out of how very, very much I miss you and the sky keeps throwing down consequences and corrections and histories and nations, I mean, come on, who can blame me for not wanting to go back outside?” AmericaDeathLossGriefSadnessMourning Book:Alive at the End of the World Source: Alive at the End of the World
“We dialed the newly dead but they wouldn't answer. We texted, begging us to call them back, but the newly dead don't know how to read. In America, a gathering of people is called target practice or a funeral, depending on who lives long enough to define the terms.” DeathPoetryViolencePoemDeadGunsMass ShootingsShootings Book:Alive at the End of the World Source: Alive at the End of the World