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Sophia Tempest

God said “Let the earth bring forth every kind of living creature: voids, creeping things, wailing women.” And it was so. God made wild beasts of every kind and aching stomachs of every kind, and all kinds of things creeped on the earth. And God saw that this was good, which implies the existence of Not Good, which did not apply to the wailing women, the aching stomachs, the voids, the wild beasts, or the creeping things.

God went on to make other things too, like nail polish and Dark Souls 3, and God made death, too, just as they made life, for each portal into the world necessitates a portal out of it, creating life is the same as offering a sacrifice.

Sophia Tempest is a poet who lives in Philadelphia. Her chapbook, a lamb hangs by its own foot, was released with Ghost City Press in 2019. Her full length collection, WHEN I GET TO HEAVEN, was released with Another New Calligraphy in 2022. Her work has appeared in blush lit, discount guillotine, Sobotka, and elsewhere. She can be found on instagram @sophiatempest.