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Stuck Inside

-by Kate Donohue

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Shells - by Abby Ringiewicz

I refuse to apologize for wearing my yoga pants to the job interview

and for getting all this sauce on my abdomen. Just this morning my body told me it would henceforth refuse to participate in societal beauty standards

and I cannot say I blame it. It is exhausting, this continuous battle to sculpt my fiery mane into some kind of sensical landscape, to contain the unholy mess

that is always escaping my borders. For example, the fitful seam in my stomach— the place where the problems come bubbling out if I press too hard.

I cannot be expected to contain myself. What I can do is keep one eye fixed on the inside, and the other eye on the unrest that simmers at my feet.

I  am the only sustenance. I am all that I need.

-Jenny Williamson

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Meal of One -by Erica Stratton

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Serving Suggestion -by David Dyte

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-by Emily Kadish

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-by Andy Izenson

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birds in the woods

by Sara Eileen Hames

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