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by LILLI WARD Outside: a crumbling hive. Inside: the air like shredded silk. An argent blouse of smog is torn by the red finger of a stalagmite. (soupy) A humid dew that curls my hair, relieved of my senses, I…

by LILLI WARD This social experiment seems like something I want to do or at least something I should want to do. I should want to wade knee deep in muddy puddles, watching dozens of udders face a silky tunic…