You will be seen now

after Genesis Belanger’s Holding Pattern (2019)

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I saw a fin-

ger loosen the zipper,
the bag’s tan exterior 
animated by teeth. 

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Isabella G Mead

Isabella G Mead’s debut poetry collection, The Infant Vine, was published in 2024 by UWAP. Her work has appeared in Meanjin, Island, Rabbit, Westerly,...

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