I am not entirely convinced that Roxane Gay is a single entity. I intend to find out at the Tennessee Williams Literary Festival, where she will sit for panels and interviews on both Saturday and Sunday, March 22 and 23
To breaking ice, the lovers carve, to breaking ice the best
device is whisky. It’s up to you to wash it down with
typos. But crashing rocks, crystal chips, bites on the
throat; you’d write a break is a tiny mess by stonehearts.
Attempt to melt, instead
To melting ice, you doubt, to melting ice the best scheme is
longing. It’s down to you to drink it up with molten.
But sucking heat, magma frost, freezing your taste;
you’d guess a melt of riverveins by cravings boiling.
To evaporate is not to fade