Galia Admoni
In Sad Boys Are Not My Kink, desire and identity pulse through a charged landscape of memory and longing. These poems trace the contours of friendship, art and the body with sharp intimacy and quiet urgency. Moving seamlessly between the everyday and the ethereal, they explore the fractures and connections that shape how we see ourselves and others. This is a collection about the spaces we inhabit - the absences, silences and invisible threads that hold us together - and the fierce, unapologetic ways we refuse to be diminished by them.
