As you may have read in our 25th issue, I am dealing with the affliction that is called “I Cannot Seem To Get Through Wuthering Heights” (noteworthy: some of my friends shame me terribly because of this). As I will be attempting to read the Brontë sister’s novel for the fourth time this summer, I thought deflecting some aggression while also making a poem might give me the courage needed. Wish me luck, and enjoy this excerpt from Wuthering Heights turned Erasure Poem.