Carly Inghram
Each time the personhood        nears its edge. A hometown so dear        you can smell its insides, the very prosperous        names of creation.
from the book The Animal Indoors / Autumn House Press
Spencer Reece
I lift up my eyes in the Big Y aisle where is my help where is my help
Hala Alyan
It's beautiful to speak for her; she's dead. I sit in the scalding bath. I like to change my skin. This is my sanity: salt and bubbles. To outlive is to become mockingbird: She was, she was.
Ginny Threefoot
When my ancestors began the work of me, I was already old. I was only a child, I swam as an eel, I tallied on fingers, measuring everything.

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