by Olivia Dudding Rodriguez Let this body remember being holy water. Formerly: runoff, rain, spilled mopwash snow that relented, born of...

by Olivia Dudding Rodriguez Should you find yourself alone driving to places where you're unlikely to be found with your skin lit with...

by Olivia Dudding Rodriguez It is as immovable as February snow, as clay, becomes stone: the stain from my bleach bottles resting in the...