Salt-Rimmed Breath On Jazz-Thigh Gospel

"the most bisexual poetry collection ever written" - pixiewithpens, author of poetry fucksHave you ever watched a bead of sweat rolling & wanted to follow it?Salt-Rimmed Breath on Jazz-Thigh Gospel is a maximalist, feral debut of queer bebop body-poetics, sacred excess, & chaotic bisexuality; fluent in flippancy, wordplay, and self-exploration, like a therapy session on a bouncy castle.Full of queer love & lust poems scantily clad as jokes, bodies that blush long before they speak, and midsummer nights sticky with sweetness and wanting, you'd better come hungry.This collection is brimming with missed texts, fizzing laughter, sudden softness, and moments that ache around the jawline, all masquerading as an all-you-can-eat buffet, in true bisexual style.Desire arrives fashionably late and keeps queuing songs on the karaoke until the sun comes up.Summer is a party & if you're not bobbing for euphemistic peaches in an ice box with Whitman and Sappho, get ready to play! Bowie's doing vocal warmups for Velvet Goldmine, Bourdain's getting into the Hemingway daiquiris, someone's stolen Kesha's boots, and the playlist keeps skipping tracks on Lady Gaga's Chromatica (Unforgivable!)In this house, we glow like idiots. We grin with the ends of our bodies.For readers of Andrew McMillan, sam sax, and Richard Scott.TW: sex, longing, rejection, internalised shame, unhinged affection, and a heatwave-induced slip hazard.