what will you whisper into my crevices this time?
POETRY
ESSAY
From the Archives: The Den of Earl
It was a favorite line of his. More than him saying it, I was frustrated by the expectation that a nine-year-old should know how to thaw and cook red meat. I was forever failing at things I was never taught to do.
BACK OF THE ENVELOPE
Evolution
Dear Honeyblooded, won’t you tune for me /
an ambered fate, a dance atop beauty
MICRO
Brand New Noise
—her footsteps / on cool white tile, walking down / the hallway.
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