a collection of poems in which you meet twenty-six boys and read their stories from the perspective of twenty-six other boys. you've met most of them before, in reality, outside these pages. and you've seen some of their faces in the street. and you read some of their names in their social media urls or the headlines. you may have had a crush on a few and wished death upon one or two. who knows? (i don't. but you will the moment you recognise a story or a name or a quote, and god, i'm so, so sorry if the recognition pulls a threat of memories you think you have burnt away.) © 2018, jack (-reject), all rights reserved.

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.