talking loudly about chronic illness
By Rob Cook Each brick of the hospital attacks each brick next to it. The fighting itself casts a shadethat lengthens over the parking lot,the incurable, pampered vehicles. The sky, …
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By M.E. Hoban Crisscross my body with tape: would-be sex appeal, sticky under breasts, in the hollow of the hip with the freckle— I am the first person to stop …
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By Cade Leebron Call me Curly-Q for the swirled snake IV line spiraling out of my upper arm. Nothing perfect ever ends, or that’s a lie I’m okay hanging out …
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By Nicole Storey I was a blackbird for Halloween when those shapeshifters came out of the terraforming colony and explained that destiny is only a mile away from the gas …
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until doctors determine whether you’ll need more surgery, you’re going to crave big hunks of bread with butter, going to want to rip sticky meat from ribs, even though you …
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