CAT JONES lives in New England, where she keeps a husband and a baby and a little garden. Her work has appeared in DIAGRAM, The Laurel Review, and the Tupelo Press Poetry Project.
Miss Ever was badly fretted and such were some of you: unbridled, carven, doomed, who dwelt carelessly in the Aisles. Cure for burns: butter, young tea, Indian meal. We shall travel home via a small war. Behold this dreamer Cometh.