Currency of survival

by Natalie Taylor

2020 has been a year of upheaval and loss. I spent more of it sobbing in the fetal position than I’d care to admit. But that’s what makes bright spots like this shine even brighter. It is with deep humility and gratitude that I share this bit of light: my waffle poem found a (really) good home. Thanks to the folks at New Ohio Review for including “Currency of survival” in issue 28.