“When I was a boy, I choked on a piece of candy outside the kitchen window for a few minutes while watching my parents making dinner. I thought I was going to die, but I didn't want to scare them. Our existence was so separate, a dying and a doing well, an outside and an inside. Trey Moody's poems hover in that cold, wet, refrigerator-lit place between the dying and the doing well, the outside and the inside. His poems are the thoughts of the person you love who is always standing behind you, slowly and silently suffocating. But they're not afraid to say hello, and please, and I'm scared.” WantWellsPersonsDiesParentBehindsExistenceBoysPiecesMinutesDyingColdPleaseStandingWindowScaredDinnerKitchenScareNot AfraidWetHelloCandyLitBehind YouRefrigeratorsMoodySuffocating Author:Zachary Schomburg
“You are so high in the tree.If you jumpyou will live a full lifewhile falling.You will get marriedto a hummingbirdand raise beautiful part- hummingbirds. You will die of cancerin mid-air. I will not lie. It will be painful. You are a brave little boyor girl.” IfsLittlesBeautifulLyingDiesFallGirlAirTreeBirdRaisesBravePainfulLittle BoysHummingbirds Author:Zachary Schomburg
