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This piece was first published in Lot’s Wife Edition 3, 2021. I spent the first 18 hours in Melbourne immersed in the deepest sleep I’ve ever had in my life. Sharing a room of 10 reeking bunk beds at the cheapest hostel I could afford didn’t even matter: this jetlag was all-consuming.  The days flew by as I remained in bed watching movies on my laptop, sheltered under the humid fort of towels that hung from the bed above my own. It is a popular belief that you make tons of friends staying at a hostel. But I had been

This piece was first published in Edition 2, 2021.    I've been looking for a feeling I lost her somewhere way up there in the abyss among all the lost balloons I can still see if I close my eyes and ask for  something; exhalations or good faith (or you) somehow  light demands entry into this space you aren't – light carves into my hollows fills out the caves you left behind finds homes between the blurry lines you were so good at drawing; I tried once but my heart got in the way of my fingers along with all

This piece was first published in Lot's Wife Edition 5, 2021. Content warning: discussion of chronic pain.   Acceptance a silt lining sediment born without easing the tumultuous question: Why   My acceptance is not come from choosing, but an acquiescence to choicelessness   I echo around my home like a layer of desert dust over flowers odd and still because there is no breeze windows shut we cannot let the air in   Sometimes I shut the windows of myself so as not to let the shrieking out of me. There is little bravery in this, the bearing of