A book with a Ouija in it. Who knew you could have Ouija in a poem?
An abecedarian book. Then, numbers.
I love the way the two men in the book are so domestic and loving of each other. It gave me hope for this at a time when I had none. I also love how simply it is expressed–there is no grand outing. Their love is so clear it is not mentioned as such, but is evidenced as such.
The playfulness of messages from the beyond. This book feels like it was started as a lark, but then the lark became an eagle.