"In a collection that is all teeth, Linder declares, I spent my girlhood growing spare teeth with nothing to bite into, then proceeds to give us something to maul and gnash. Simultaneously stepping outside of herself while owning the thing with teeth she has become, this work travels in and out of a kind of wanderlust that is really more of a wish to leave one's self entirely, but a knowing that we are all always every version of ourselves. Interspersed...
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