Slipping into ink— is it the pen or the night in which I am captured? / From the outside, I’m guessing it looks the same.
This poem is a conglomeration of thoughts that came together over the course of 2020 to finally make a whole. I was so glad to have it find a home in the March 2021 issue of Rogue Agent, where its body horror could be in good company.
Learn more about Best of the Net, the awards-based anthology for which this poem was nominated.