Of Questions and Answers

By Ayesha Asad

I have wondered why my body
looks the way it does in the sun.
Brow bone glittering, sweat
tricking like the last swill of water
down a glass, blood circulating
like clockwork, a gear so visceral
and rooted in its own

where sweat accumulated

By Olivia Williams

crest of my shoulder
fold of my thigh
my right collarbone
is stickier than my left

heather grey shirt
glommed to the small of my back
the armpits
always the armpits
advertising to all
“heat was here”