New poem at Trampset

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I have a new poem up at Trampset, on regret, waiting, treating the body like a plant, and how the beginning of *last* year felt like an ill omen.

This is how the year begins, already wrong.
Was it in my stars that I would never think
of now, that I would wall myself inside
with looping thoughts?

The full poem is here, along with a lot of cool work, including two amazing fiction debuts in the same issue!