THERE ARE PLENTY OF LITTLE DEATHS.

IN THE BACKSEAT OF A BUICK ’88,

ON SWEATY DANCEFLOORS,

BALCONIES AT DAWN,

AND ON ANY HIGHWAY STRETCHED LIKE A THIRSTY VEIN

BETWEEN NEW YORK AND CALIFORNIA.

PRE-ORDER DIE OF LOVE

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…A perfect dance of the elegant and the eloquent, of delicacy and deftness…