I don’t know why I keep thinking pain means romance. Or sacrifice means “I want you” but maybe I’ll start going back to therapy tomorrow. Or next week. It’s just so easy when we make couches here. We’re just so good at being bad for each other.

Green Eyes

Known for her spoken word performances and deeply personal writing style, “Green Eyes” is Ari Eastman’s second collection of poetry. In this assortment of love letters to the past, hopes for the future, and raw confessions about the present, Eastman makes no apologies for who she has become and how she got there.