It’s funny, when they met, how unremarkable it should have been. The bar smelled like limes & the stale press of bodies, & she was
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Caiti Quatmann (she/they) is a disabled and queer writer. She is the author of three poetry collections and Editor-in-Chief for HNDL Mag. Her work has appeared in Rattle, McSweeny's, North Dakota Quarterly, The Journal, Neologism Poetry Journal, Little Old Lady Comedy, and others. Find her online @CaitiTalks.