A few words on the end of grieving:
Yesterday I woke up happy and didn't think
about you until midnight.
This means my shrine is on fire.
Which is another kind of grief.
As if we said goodbye in my sleep.
— K. Iver, "April 25, 2020," in Short Film Starring My Beloved's Red Bronco
If you'd like to learn more about this book, I wrote about it for the Trans Rights Readathon.
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