It’s amazing how we won’t let each other die silently. If there is no death {then I’d rather die}. I’d rather die. Then. I’m in love with you. Air never sleeps. The air dies infinite {-ly}alive. & the closest we come to the bottom is a looking glass
we dream {inside}
— Rosebud Ben-Oni, from “Poet Wrestling From Zeroto the Power Of,” If This Is the Age We End Discovery



















