I’ll wear a different tongue.

I’ll lacquer the moon. I’ll build a bookshelf
from the bark of a dead tree. I’ll kiss
a man. I’ll kiss a man. I’ll kiss

& ask the moon: when did my brother become myth?

"This book is a beautiful haunting. Formally inventive and alive, Aldo Amparán’s first collection Brother Sleep is essential reading for anyone who’s ever made it through night. The poems again and again seek definition for what can never be defined, living in the liminal space between the poet and memory. Amparán gifts us with a clear and important voice in this queer reckoning with landscape, desire, illness, and touch."

—sam sax, author of yr dead

Praise for Brother Sleep