"elegy for [lukas] flashes with brutality and mercy, fury and yearning. In agile, flickering couplets, luna rey hall grieves for unlived timelines and the often mazy, exhausting choreography of trans survival. But in true elegiac form, they also remind us of all the things that hold us, and hold us here: softness and snapdragons, fuchsia and sparrows, the possibility of a future where our entire self can finally thrive, the heaven of being known for who we have always been."-Claire Wahmanholm, author of Meltwater
