Roșie Stockton's Fuel, out now from Nightboat, works towards and against calamity, both personal and political. In poems shaped by psychoanalytic thought, the pandemic, and petrocapitalism—and punctured by The End—Stockton asks how we might "find livable forms for our suffering," and seek out political horizons that meet out moment. In our conversation below we discuss apocalyptic phantasies, the pleasure communists, and how "fracking is a crazy verb." —Dante Silva and Lina Bergamini Dante and Lina: Let’s start with The End—which is, in your poems, at once a place, a political construct, a departure point. How do you write to The End with love? Rosie…

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