It’s more of a multifaceted imagined “I,” not just me speaking to one person. It’s thinking about my multiple selves and how we contain all these layers and perform different “I”s in this world.
HEATHER SWEENEY, she/her, lives in San Diego, where she writes and does visual art. Her chapbooks include Just Let Me Have This (Selcouth Station Press) and Same Bitch, Different Era: The Real Housewives Poems (above/ground press). She is also the author of the collections, Dear Marshall, Language is Our Only Wilderness (Spuyten Duyvil Press) and Call Me California (Finishing Line Press). Her chapbook The Book of Likes is forthcoming from The Hunger Press in 2021. You can find her at www.heathercsweeney.com.
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