13/07/2022
“Me, I’ll tell you it’s not personal, but I opened my sugared lips to the June pink cotton candy sky and all the sweaty dancefloor promises to come when we snuggled in a blanket on the couch, holding hands together which in junior high was terrifying to me, though not to most girls I knew, and this boy and I liked each other, like girls like boys, like girls like other girls sometimes, girls like seraphim still learning for themselves each secret kept in their pale-feathered wings.”
. . all of this in the first breath of Fox Henry Frazier’s stunning CHARLIE, NEIL, TODD, AND KNOX, DEAD POET’S SOCIETY.
What’s Dead Poets Society got to do with it, you ask? Well, this and the second of Fox’s poems featured in are from her forthcoming LET ME WRING YOUR HEART: LOVE/HATE POEMS FOR THE VULNERABLE TROUBLED GENIUS BOY. In Fox’s words,
“The VTGB, as I have identified him, is the unsung counterpart to the Manic Pixie Dream Girl; he appears throughout 1990s American film, literature, & pop culture.“
💖 Find him for yourself at the link in our bio!
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