When I die slingshot my ashes onto the surface of the moon (Paperback) (ISBN-13: 9780648147565)

'Poetry is / can / be anything ... everything, ' says When I die slingshot my ashes onto the surface of the moon. She is sleepy, but they cannot sleep. It is 4:44 a.m. loneliness, this restlessness. The soft hue of blue from the TV bathes the room via a 24/7 lo-fi livestream. 'Poems are troubled into existence' - When I die, she read that somewhere, but cannot remember where, but it has stayed, it is the underpinning of this book and all that contains with/in/out. Where did these bruises come from? The heart, the brain, the heart, the soul? How do I live? How do I keep on living? I don't know, is the honest answer. I must, is the honest honest answer.