A poem by alum Rose Auslander (poetry, '15) appears at Tupelo Quarterly:

Dear wild-water child who does not wish to have a name,

            Last night, I had another of those dreams:
your many limbs were juggling your
removed breasts on the high wire. No fanfare, no applause,
only a sharp snap, frayed rope ends flying,
only lights out, after nothing broke
your fall.

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