KENDRA LEONARD My Antlers My antlers are the most beautiful of the tribe’s, coated in skin softer than snow on moss. I give them so much blood that my face is as colorless as a summer moon. CINDY HUNTER MORGAN Replica in Helium & Ether Late September in a fire tower above bugling elk, and I’m drinking tea – steam rising from the cup as though I’ve brought my own smoke for the red-tipped maples, my own liquid for the river. Some days my body floats free of itself. It’s not just the soul, but all of myself detached from itself – one self hovering like a balloon, and one reckoning the angle of the sun. Here above autumn, the trick is not how to keep one aloft, but how to coax a shadow back into the body. ACE BOGGESS Because You Went to Med School Doesn’t Qualify You to Remove Your Kidney Such a painful exploration of the cavity you’d carve. You’re too close to the action. You know what you intended; is what was delivered true to vision—concept or conception? You went to law school & end up in jail: how do you deny the guilt you feel for something unsettled? You joined the state police, but will you turn yourself in for blowing past a stop sign while your mind went elsewhere? Read the Detachment Clause of the contract you signed with yourself at birth: you’re the worst judge of anything concerning you. You write your histories, share them with others. Who recalls dates of every skirmish in which you lost a part of you? What do you say about what you’ve said? It’s how my mind works; all remaining notions are your own.