by Stefanie Norlin Brendan Beale If we are only flesh and blood, bones and organs, how is my body still here and whole? Earthquakes ripping through my chest My thighs laid out like thick roadways through charred forests. How is my body still here and whole? I can see my history evolving Stretched skin laid out (a thick roadway through charred forests) where my daughter swam en caul, nestled between my organs. I can see my history evolving and I try to trace it like an interst