Erin is a recent graduate of Sarah Lawrence College, where she studied fiction and modern dance. She was born in Queens, raised on Long Island, and is currently living the starving artist dream while alternately squatting at her parents' house and boyfriend's apartment (she thanks them for their endless generosity, support, and hot food). Writing has been her one and only dream since she wrote her first story about a haunted mansion at age nine. Today, she finds almond butter and ennui essential to her artistic process and owes her literary vision to the hours spent memorizing Conor Oberst lyrics. Career goals include: becoming the next hipster superwoman a'la Miranda July, making enough money to support a cat, and finally winning that Pulitzer. This is her first grown-up publication. And if you have to ask, the poem is probably about you.