The author of Ponti talks female ghouls, writing away from the male gaze, and inhabiting trauma through storytelling.
The world held us / In glass circles
‘These were / all the gold coins that he laid by in a life of poverty, / saved up in the vault of his mind’
We don’t know what we need because we don’t know who we are. We don’t know who we are because we don’t remember who we were.