A poem by Tiana Nobile (poetry, ’17) appears in Apogee:

Revisionist History

The weather in Seoul in October is bright and balmy.
All the hospital beds are full, and women with thick arms
and bent knees, feet in the stirrups, scream in an echoing

symphony. A woman with small ankles can’t see
beyond her bloated stomach. She keeps her eyes shut

[…continue reading here.]

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