





Illustration by Allie Olivares On Becoming by Ridhika Tripathee I walk through the park yearning to feel I allow myself to move for hours step.

I wear my fingers out into the coldBare, pleading winter air to cool the stabs of heatTo calm the thin acid between my finger bones
There once was a room in a town close to a city A room in a building filled with Locals from near and far. It’s