Last week in a mild New Year’s Eve hangover haze, I read three sections of Nate Pritts’ long poem “RISE TIME” in TOAD, and goddamn. It fireworks and booms and shines and settles all over the good earth. It’s a great thing to read just after the starting pistol of the new year, to keep you galloping post-champagne and sequins:
What I love about live is that it’s a problemhow you can never take things into yourself enoughor never see yourself reflected in every mirror at once.All you can do is ache & stay alive.
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Read the rest of these sections at TOAD.
