This Week in Reading American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin by Terrance Hayes Poetry is probably the purest form of language, words arranged in a way that is a feeling itself, instead of simply an explanation of one. This volume belongs in the present moment, each line thrums with the pulse of
who is out to kill you
who is out to kill you
who is out to kill you
This Week in Reading American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin by Terrance Hayes Poetry is probably the purest form of language, words arranged in a way that is a feeling itself, instead of simply an explanation of one. This volume belongs in the present moment, each line thrums with the pulse of