Scanned chapbook pages with the poem "living btwn the lines" by Andriniki Mattis against a tan background. The text of the poem is arranged in three columns, and it reads: living btwn the lines i walk this rod of a body attracting lightning at every turn wonder & how ceilings can put a cap to what can be beauty named a fleeting thing not made for my hands i lie a cut flower in stems in protest on streets gushing with a hydra of people who all beg a peering into with all that can be seen at a minute arrival of eyes exchanging a glance into the heaving of inner worlds by what it will outlive my eyes smolder the pelvis of my mouth disowning the limbs of sound brush fire at my throat & in this life the leaves never turn without the shape of leaving o to be forcibly open closing holding& each person who ever walked this tightrope body my collarbone leaves space for the tips of another's hands such pining evenly carved into the body a moon holding its circle while appearing bitten into a sacred hollow isn't this what breathing is for & i stand on pavement slanting towards sunlight this plywood chest warmed sweetly by sun a city beating with peopled footsteps the luxury of a consciousness wearing through my skin my spine a petrified wood the axe comes says my gender does not belong to me this paper body unfolding origami this unripe fruit devoured of color if this is the day that becomes everyday then tomorrow must be a folded horizon losing its crease a bud opening unveiling skin a rippled ocean earth below mined of its wick &who am i to be treated if land can be ruled by what it will outlive