About the Book:
Poetry. Women’s Studies.
Aja Moore’s debut collection of poetry is awash in sincerity and the ways in which we simultaneously crave, doubt, avoid, and totally disparage it.
HOTWHEEL, in turn, reveals its precious life-affirming conviction, despite its incertitude–or precisely because of it.
Read an Excerpt:
All her books arrive for me
My thing is putting a buncha shit on hold
Then paying close attention
to what arrives, and when
My other thing is walking to and from the downtown library every day via the Georgia
Viaduct and getting a Costco hotdog for lunch The whole perfect day costs a dollar sixty-three
On Friday after work I take her home
I exhaust her I deck her outwith sparkling Paint Tool Reverent gifs I calculateher birthtime (Embarrassing) and decide that a person with their sun,
Venus, Mercury and Mars in Scorpio could absolutely write when he’s left. I feel like a landscape
Fuck, Sharon thanks for this logic. What a strange and strict tradition
The equating of men with their Earths
As if Nature weren’t literally the most Giving force there is The very condition of all life
Of course I try to write a poem that requires honesty Sort of about how when my brother (You deserve it) runs too close to the edge of the road my fear becomes (ton-ally,energetically) rage
But also about I hope the night my mom collapsed and I paced back and forth in our then apartment drinking hating and then drinking again two litres of flat warm Diet Pepsi It was sweet
My brother was there too, asleepthe whole time which is probably why I didn’t go for a walk in retrospector something He was so small and my favorite and I lay holding him very still
A way-too-big spoon I saw us from above, two skins If he stirred or moved at all I would die
In that moment I could not afford for him to be capable of leaving me
If he had I would’ve died