Portal, by Rosalie Wilmot
There is always a place beyond the place. There is always a face beyond her face, and your face, and our faces together. This nugget of a book is a thing to be fallen through, it can take you to the sand atop skinny mountains and between the finger tubes of the small intestines. It is a gateway and an exit, a soft parade of drumming fingers, and a way to move through. You are invited.
Cover by Allison Harmon