Nichola Kowald is an Australian writer, a 25-year-old teenage girl by the means of HRT, a Catholic sojourner who lacks a communal body because that body does not recognise her womanhood. Displaced, she writes her corpus in verse and prose, in the raiment of feminine textile, hoping to spin the Fates’ distaff upon the acerose pen of spindle—to write of that bodily weave.