Excerpted from the title story in Polymorphism, HarperCollins, 2017 My shoulder was at it again, swivelling and turning......

The woman doesn’t call herselfa saint, just a loverof a saint who’s been dead four hundred......

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My skin sun, my breasts moon.Chandra, you spoke in riddles.The letters swam. I stared at them,trying......