Nicole Gniffke

Screw You, Fresh Start, I'm Eating Partridge.

There is a wildly consoling air when one joins the collective affirming the wellness of their souls. And it is my soul that, surely, is well. Despite all the wrecking it has endured, despite its sores worn to open flesh from grief, despite the graves it’s managed to pull itself away from, my soul rests with resiliency.