[It's at this point that Eun would have pulled the book out of her bag and shown it to him. She would have flipped through the pages to find a passage to share with him. The thought of getting up, leaving her comfortable space with him to do so is simply unthinkable at the moment.]
She's a poet based in Texas. Her name is K.Y. Robinson. I shared a poem from her first collection, The Chaos of Longing. [Voice quiet and level, she glances up at Asil with a small, wry smile.] It was honestly the dedication that hooked me. Before you even get to the contents, there's a page with a small blurb, and it says "To those who lie awake burning."
[She wants to study his face, to see what he thinks of that before he even says anything, but Eun decides not to put the pressure on him.]
It's a different style from the poem you shared. Simpler, shorter truths on stark pages.
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She's a poet based in Texas. Her name is K.Y. Robinson. I shared a poem from her first collection, The Chaos of Longing. [Voice quiet and level, she glances up at Asil with a small, wry smile.] It was honestly the dedication that hooked me. Before you even get to the contents, there's a page with a small blurb, and it says "To those who lie awake burning."
[She wants to study his face, to see what he thinks of that before he even says anything, but Eun decides not to put the pressure on him.]
It's a different style from the poem you shared. Simpler, shorter truths on stark pages.