Author Description

Lyrically raw and dangerously unapologetic, play dead challenges us to look at our cultivated selves as products of circumstance and attempts to piece together patterns amidst dissociative chaos. harris unearths a ruptured world dictated by violence—a place of deadly what ifs, where survival hangs by a thread. Getting by is carrying bruises and walking around with "half a skull." From "low visibility": *I have light in my mouth. I hunger you. You want what comes in drag. a black squirrel in a black tar lane, fresh from exhaust, hot and July's unearthed steam. You want to watch it run over. to study the sog.* *You want the stink of gristle buried in a muggy weather. I want the faulty mirage. a life of grass. we want the same thing. We want their deaths to break up the sun.*