The Silhouettes, by Lily Ladewig

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I’m fat. No matter where it stations itself then—against the sunset, unto the dawn, in the most awake and aware of lights at the gas station or drive-thru—my silhouette is thus often a distinct inconvenience, something that, like it or not, ails me. Entitled The Silhouettes, Lily Ladewig’s first collection of poetry should have therefore […]

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