“rough edges,” by Elise Siegel Traveling ExhibitMy maker’s shoppe birth of pink clay glued with sandgathered from hill and lake,slathered on stainless framesun-baked in bright, green June.I squalled under solstice moon,pumiced smooth, near-human,buttoned into pink gingham,swaddled in plush receiving blanket, sent to dwell withneurodivergent bunglersWho, conveniently, were tooinner-turned to pay me much mind.In neglect, this claymation…