By Jennifer Rodrigues

About the Author
Jennifer Rodrigues currently lives on the sacred Powhatan land of Fairfax, VA. She is trained as a certified yoga therapist & trauma informed yoga teacher, is a queer & neurodivergent military spouse, & mom. She has been featured in many lovely literary journals, anthologies, and has been nominated for Best of the Net with her photography. Find her on Insta @gmoneyfunklove.
About the Artist
Bec Sommer is a painter and interdisciplinary artist from Saint Louis. He received his BFA in Painting from Kansas City Art Institute and his MFA in Visual Arts from Cornell University. His work tends to gravitate toward ideas of taboo, transgression, dysphoria, and infatuation, with an emphasis on collage and fandom-born methods, to create and deconstruct narrative scenes.