Girlhood, selfhood, and the fragility of safety in tender poems that examine and then mourn micro- and macroscopic violence. "Set back, growing dim, it pulsed: a gray hour of oxygen—could it be mid-winter within him? Shaking out a muscle: we are somewhere averting. We are backwards or in a trance or in a dioxide stargazing."
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