“How bodily they made Diana”
by Katherine Kim
How bodily they made Diana
on the altar I left my price
bone, tooth, fin, stone
You slid into human skin
and shed your marble case,
we met lips and released
the wildness in us both
My sister, you burned
through crops and tore the womb
When we made our way
past the river weeds
you asked me if I was ashamed
I did not voice it, but I carried
that weight, a colorless wrapper,
so familiar it became a comfort
“Whispers Drifting Through Half-Finished Dreams” by Bill Wolak