A fable about a holy woman wandering the ruins of a

collapsed civilization, Saint was published by dancing

girl press in 2018.

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Excerpt (from "Arriving")

 

Saint slides down the sage-green hill like blackberry

honey—a unified drip. Her toes kick up dust

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clouds the color of hazelnut, catching setting light. All

neon tan. She moves toward the city that groans like a

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lover: the song of architecture melting. As if toothpicks

and wax. She passes by the metal sign: Welcome

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to [spray paint], Population [bullet holes]. Glides

beneath the arch. The city is decked in lace-agate-blue

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as twilight seeps into its marrow. Wind throws paper that catches 

Saint’s ankle. The windows above her are shattered. Curtains ebb, flow

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like farewelling damsels. Saint puts in one earbud.

Cranks the volume up.