A whimper after the bang by Emily Manger
Tenderness scorched from the planet but she's got it, baby strong as the cockroach and faded as a fable she chews preserved meat open-mouthed and when she declares around the pride of survival that she used to be a vegetarian you can almost see eyelashes gentle as tattered lace nobody's beautiful but in the arctic solitude of a crumpled climate she slings that shotgun over her shoulder like