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From Alessandra Naccarato:

June 22, 2018

I of old wood, hawk-mouthed,

I as rude-one with knife up sleeve. Knife
as world cutter, as heirloom
disinheritor. Baba

as top femme. Baba as aged-moon
walking. Yaga, engti, inti:

I witch of undesired, ugly as first
breath, in endless butch

awakening. My many-gendered house
on chicken feet, laughing

in forest at dawn.

– Baba Yaga as Hard Femme, from the Poetry is Dead “Coven” issue

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