You’re Not Supposed to Read This
by Ina Hunt
Acting more as a mediator rather than an author, between a younger version that seemed to be able to hold the pen better than she thought and a point in time she didn't think would happen, but eventually did. It's now. That was then. I think I owe it to her. A short collection of poems documenting the other side of the moon. It was dark but we're still spinning.