Two poems by alum Jennifer Givhan (poetry, ’15) appear at Queen Mob’s Tea House:

Quinceañera

My body he burned          ironing the waxpaper
of my breasts          glue-gunning me papier-mâché

to the smell of arts & crafts in the recreation room
(every room after the recovery room)

like the cumbias of my girlhood dancefloors
flailing like Sunday Mass          Nothing tasted so good

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