Queer identity plus slam poetry divided by austerity and multiplied by three. It's odd socks, deadline chasing, ice cream, and brown envelopes from the DWP. It's the days when you can and the days when you can't and the days when you're eaten by angry. It's being hugged so tight you forget how to breathe. It's listening restlessly and choosing to dream. Sad Eyes to Smile With is representation without explanation grounded in the stories we tell ourselves to make the world okay.