Dear A, Something aches in varying textures of porousness, so I know the process of grief is like time itself. I read your poem “Code,” and something is both lost […]
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Dear A, Something aches in varying textures of porousness, so I know the process of grief is like time itself. I read your poem “Code,” and something is both lost […]
Read MoreIN Summer 2022