Shedding
The dream was worn.
She had shown
too much of herself—
prone
in fluorescent light.
How will she
peel back her own
catching veneer
as the young doctor
tremoring
in his newness
peels the skin
from his cadavers
or the straps of her gown tonight?
—Cammy Middour
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Solo volumes are 𝘽𝘼𝘿 𝙕𝙊𝙊 (Fathom, 2018) and 𝙍𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙨 (Cherry Grove, 2013). Founding editor at Fathom Books and SHARKPACK imprints; degrees from Columbia University and Boston College. Publishing credits in 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮, 𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙈, 3𝘼𝙈, 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙌𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙮, 𝘼𝙂𝙉𝙄, 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙩, and 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝘼𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; editing and reader credits in poetry, non-fiction, and fiction at 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙉𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚/𝙂𝙖𝙨 𝙌𝙩𝙧𝙡𝙮, and 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬, respectively. Writing fellowships from The Poetry Foundation, MacDowell Colony, Vermont Studio Center, and Massachusetts Cultural Council.
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