Body Horror: Biopsy
I step through a glass door to the grassy courtyardoutside the clinic waiting room. The sun shines medium.
On the ground, an iridescent...
How to Leave Without Saying Goodbye
I’ve begun
to feel, if not
hope then what
comes just after—
or before—
Let’s not call it
regret, but
this weight,
or weightlessness,
or just
plain waiting.
The ice...