W. J. Lofton’s boy maybe is a museum of exactitudes, with lines so precise that you never forget them. One example is the enchanting and provocative opening, ‘there was a rock in his stiletto, / small as a tear across the heart.’ This book stuns and nurtures all at once . . . or as Lofton himself might say, ‘i am nobody’s dinner/unless i want to be.’ I look forward to whatever this poet will offer.”
—Jericho Brown, Pulitzer Prize–winning author of The Tradition
“What to say? Sexy maybe? Daring maybe? Tender maybe? Brave maybe? Haunted maybe? Liberated maybe? All that. boy maybe touches my heart with its soft, honest lyrics and shakes me up with its brilliant singing. W. J. Lofton has written a lighthouse that will call many young queer folks to its shores. Here, in this poet’s shining language, is a country where we are possible. No maybe about it. This book is a warm, resounding YES!”
—Danez Smith, Lambda Award–winning author of [insert] Boy
“Here are poems that demand a reader, a listener willing to be completely vulnerable, tender, open . . . boy maybe refuses to compromise on the fullest, freest expressions of Black queer aliveness. I am so moved and emboldened by this work, these passions and inquiries.”
—Chen Chen, author of When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities
“I am constantly moved by Lofton’s beautiful, beautiful work. . . . Lofton stitches seamless and evocative images together creating lyrics for / of / from / the vulnerable / resilient body. This is a new illuminating call for liberation. I cannot speak highly enough of this voice.”
—Raymond Antrobus, Ted Hughes Award–winning author of The Perseverance
“I’m astonished at boy maybe. The people inhabiting Lofton’s poems reach for bodily connection, placing importance on tenderness with others and the self. The corporeal love of these voices is so insistent that accounts of harm must be reimagined, aliveness must be recovered. And it is: with touch, movement, surprising sounds, and sharp visuals. Read this breathing book and be reminded where God is.”
—K. Iver, author of Short Film Starring My Beloved’s Red Bronco