Without Poetry or Queerness, I Do Not Exist

Without Poetry or Queerness, I Do Not Exist

When I write, when I kiss my girlfriend, when I read Carl Phillips, when I do poppers at the club, all of these things are me announcing my place in the family of things.

"He lived, he loved, and he will die. What else I can say about myself is only a detail of this," he wrote, among other things.