my last rec reminded me of this. incredibly smart and moving collection of poetry, detailing the opioid crisis of Appalachia through the eyes of urban legend cryptid Mothman. wish i could read it for the first time again!
Gazpacho only in the late summer, persimmons only in the winter, etc. just because we can import anything from anywhere anytime doesn’t mean we should. Nothing is special if you can have it whenever you want it.
