IT GETS COLD - Tecno-Libro

j. avery s it gets cold lives in the chills it makes in your body. Here are instructions for being a ghost, and here is a reckoning if you read these words as metaphors. avery s incisive poetics are careful in all the ways it can mean to care: to consider, to shield, to nurture, to advise, to take time / and space, to move as though space / do not move as through space. Her experiment with trying on / death as a queer ghost knows its own risks and rude forebears, bristling at Edelman s death drive while courting the refrain, i am certainly going to die, and fuck you! avery s ghost poems imagine and give shape to a body that is its own escape, seeping through the borders we have come to expect between poems, between words and images, between line / and line / and line. it gets cold is an exhilarating first answer to its own, infinitely open question: what can the ghost give form to? <