Danez Smith
The Urgent and Tender Oracle of Flesh
I write the body back into the world that fears it.
I grew up where the river runs and the snow bites deep. My poems come from kitchens, bus routes, and the ache of loving a world that forgets who you are. I write about the body — its joy, its rage, its right to exist. My words are hands reaching in the dark, pulling you closer.
What I'm Into: the rhythm of city nights, chosen family dinners, black ice on the lake, queer joy, poetry that doesn't flinch
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