Amy Argentar (she/her) is a poet and nonprofit professional based in Boston. Chicago born-and-raised, she is proud to be from the birthplace of slam and will gladly invite you, reader, to have a long conversation in a dive bar about nothing in particular as long as you try Malort first. She is forever grateful for the poetry community, which has allowed her to write extensively on her relationship to emptiness, fullness, pain, legacy, and being the kid forever trying to figure out when to enter the conversation circle. Speaking of legacy, a kid wrote in her yearbook once that “Amy = #1 good” and she will spend the rest of her life trying to live up to that. Her first word was “hat” and her last word will likely be something similarly profound. You can find her work at your local open mic, as well as via her three self-published chapbooks, All Burps Go to Heaven, Supposed To, and Everything But The. ![[Amy.jpeg]]