This book is a wonder. Rosemary is one of my favorite cartoonists, and she brings such a gorgeous care to this book—her art and poetry both feel viscerally, intensely alive in the most beautifully intimate way.

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This book is a wonder. Rosemary is one of my favorite cartoonists, and she brings such a gorgeous care to this book—her art and poetry both feel viscerally, intensely alive in the most beautifully intimate way.
One of my favorite things I’ve written is “tomorrow,” a three-page poetry comic drawn, colored, and lettered by the exceptional Maria Capelle Frantz, which we made last year; you can read it in its entirety here. The original text of the poem:
tomorrow comes to your doorstep at one thirty-seven AM
even though you asked it not to come again
and—desperate, barking mad—knocks wildly on your door
once twice three times four times five six seven eight nine ten times
and asks you (one last time) to take it back
and even though you’ve known tomorrow your whole life
and you’ve never known it to change its wild and terrible ways
you get out of bed
and you put on your glasses
and you open your door
and you whisper
okay
and you crawl back in bed
with tomorrow wrapped around you
like an old friend
like a lost and helpless shadow
waiting for you to leave it no choice
but to show its true face