“I am weeds in the starlight,

fields mangled with asters

and burning with wing”

“If time folds in and out upon itself
like an accordion
like a wolf’s lung
-perhaps somewhere we will overlap”

The Menstrual Hut
Jenny Bitner

“Inside her menstrual hut, Violet felt relief. She lay in the corpse pose, the only yoga pose she ever remembered, and tried to make her mind blank. She would not have to face anyone today and worry about the bleeding and she could lie in her hut all day and do nothing.”