And though they also knew burning, knew crumpled bags of Frito-Lay corn chips drifting through the air, knew sacks pulled out of one’s pants or pulled down over one’s head, knew bending their torsos at 90-degree angles, knew holding out their arms to be strength tested, and though they knew desire, raw and furious, knew how to put one finger in the cold gin and swirl the ice cubes while putting another finger in the warm soup to check for taste while using yet one more finger to rub vigorously back and forth and then push Send, right then all they needed to know was this breathing…

Above is part of an excerpt from “An Army of Lovers,” an upcoming book from David Buuck and Juliana Spahr about two friends who are writers in a time of war and ecological collapse. You can read more of this excerpt at BOMB Magazine.

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