Back before this round of unwell stole my tongue, I was frankly undone by The Beaver Mag giving all 4 poems in my submission a yes.
More in bits that they're real today, when I barely am.
Each of them, I guess, is about how we could. We could fix all of it.
This one is specially... now.
Utter gratitude to the editors & anyone who reads a word of any of them. Extra 💙 to Kim Addonizio for her poem, that the first of mine is 'after', so-quoted to suffering friends.
beavermag.org/ankh-spice/