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464 pages, Hardcover
First published February 14, 2023
There are exceptional demons that wait for us all. An infinite pulse that insists we float down the river that has been made for our drowning. In shallow water, rocks mutilate our truths. In the deeper depths, it is our own dying that forms an opinion of us. I wish I could vanish from my death. I wish I could run free with the horses and never again be the daughter of dropped miracles. I wish I could emerge pretty in a dream that fades away every part of myself I have ever hated. My mother hates me. My father hates me. My sister hates me. But the needle loves me.Equal parts pensive lament on life's circumstances, what to do with the lemons and the helplessness inherent in destiny and fate.
“when a woman disappears, how is she remembered? by her beautiful smile? her pretty face? the drugs in her system? or by the johns who all have dope breath and graceless desires?”
“under these ohio clouds, a river will keep flowing and a mother will cry out. in the currents forced by rain and fog, how far will a body drift from home?”