by Jessica Frelow Cristofer Maximilian that night I called out to you, wax dripped long beads on gradients of pecan skin, mysteriously guided. show me the way down enlightened paths draped in swaths of yellow, charged by ancestral energy claiming to seek the knots that plague me read in the alignment of the stars, between strands of brown curls, I dance in scorched flames lost in complex ambivalence strengthened by divisibility, conjuring the moon. Jessica Frelow is an emerg