
The poems in Fuel pick at the weave of oil-soaked world orders to interrogate the ways capitalist death-drive seeps into our unconscious lives.
"A lush collection of poetry about the possibilities of love outside capitalism, and love as a way to resist its abuses. The poems are exceedingly relevant to our uneasy time: about hating work and being broke, but also about being in love, and needing sex, luxury, and care."
--Alexis Okeowo, Vogue
"These poems rise, softly recede and then spill forth--like a body of water, like a 'spilt glass of wine', like desire itself. In this collection, an addicting world of eroticism and fantasy is carefully constructed, while the speaker remains firmly rooted in the reality of materiality, grasping with its bleakness, while finding escape and beauty wherever is possible. Inherently radical, these delicate poems will shatter you in the most pleasurable way."
--Rachel Rabbit White
"Brainy, bratty, witty, libidinal, vulnerable, this book is a 'bad sub, ' a queer comrade you can trust to show up on the front lines of resistance."
--Brian Teare, in praise of Permanent Volta