There is something surreal about this.
I held an advanced copy of Trick Vessels, my new book of poems, in my hands for the first time. How strange to hold it! It felt like a fragile miracle. The pages breathed and sang, they blushed as I blushed looking at their fancy text; looking at the words and lines arranged on the page. How amazing to have your work come to life in this way. How unexpected this feeling. Like welcoming someone back into your life again, but without knowing who that person is or ever was.
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