Origin by Nina Dumornay There is no path to walk down here to make you whole, you slithering slime soul, you splinted sponge, you walk...

same body, somebody by Crista Fusaro once a body was a body was a body was a body—what it had always been, just swollen with another...

In the end I sat on your couch and said by Mariana Chajon Oliveros I think it might have been the night I was wearing those blue...

Muriel Winters by Olivia Murphy-Major When I was fourteen, I worked at a donut shop in town. There was a long, white linoleum counter and...