Poem titled "Unfolding" by Emma Bracken. On a creamy beige background, two birds rest on a branch, one is bellow the other, and looks up at it. There is a boarder around the page of flowers. The poem reads: "i think i’m growing on you lichen and her sweet, sacred rock a hug that chews the skin off how does it feel, to bear me am i heavier than you thought i’d be? intact with all my skin and teeth lucent in the sky above me in beads slinging across trees and over the horizon is a light with your name on it how much life can you spend a bird dying unpinned, handpicked to lie in sin wings laid flat by the lightest wind in your eyes i find it the other option, what must be the sighs of mining a soft-hammered bite— gums, filled with diamonds"