"sorry u asked" is out of patience. Crisp, slick, and done with your bullshit, this prose poem asks you to feel uncomfortable and deal with it yourself, but it is ready when you are. Stuart's writing feels like fighting: aggressive and calculated, but still calm, still meditative, still standing in the ring across from another bleeding heart.

"Then" is the inside of a body: the hum between your blood and your skin when your body remembers their body; the ache when your body wants; the spark when your bodies touch. "Then" is intimate and soft, an eternity folded gently into a timeless fragment, creased only slightly—a me and a you, a bridge, the rain, a moment, a feeling.