The purpose of collection is to ascribe value
to objects. Dear Bones
I'm sorry. Dear Eyes.
I've stopped calling you darling
& you, & you.
Dear Head. Do you still want?
Hope is small fingers
twisting inside a lock.
The body is its own ghazal.
It needs men / it doesn't need men.
Put my clothes back on.
Walk me to the door.
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is an MFA student at the University of Memphis, and Assistant Poetry Editor of The Pinch. Her poems are published or forthcoming in PANK, Kill Author, elimae, Eclectica & Mixed Fruit literary journal, amongst places.
Baumann’s poem “Ammunition (Rapunzel)” also appears in this issue.
