I wrote this on a napkin while she spoke to God

A blizzard in May. The unrecognizable face of love through the late-fall fog of dysphoria. The stench of smoldering hair as we burn the word
"flaw" from our vernacular and inhale its smoke like new pollen come springtime--Mackenzie Rae Packard's debut poetry collection flaunts fragility in intimate recounts of relationship. Upon completion, we arrive ready to boldly face our own unrequited and forgive them.