damn if there isn't anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills
I'm kind of amused to see Richard Siken's name everywhere all of a sudden. One of my goals for this year was to read poetry and someone on twitter (it won't let me scroll back far enough to see WHO...was it you?) recommended Crush to me. I read it, loved it, and even bought a copy.
While first reading, I came across this passage and snapped a pic: