Fall 2018, Poetry Pickles || Constance Owens January 14, 2019 [PIK – UHLS] Pikkylls, pekilles, pekels, pöekels Preserved in brine, the knotty bullets languish in a glass, adorned, the dress code formal, a gleaming choker twisted around its neck like an ornamented noose, a Ball sash scrolled across its read more