Poetry
Summer 1994
The Old Contract
Forgive me for not fearing the ones who told me “You’re dying.” One of them stands in the corner of my bedroom, lifting her petticoat, which is dingy and smoke-tinged […]
Poetry
Summer 1994
Watching the Sea
When I test my blood for sugar I watch the droplet as if it’s an ocean. I look down at the bodies, the coral-colored, speckled fish, the trout’s white flesh […]
Poetry
Summer 1994
Insulin Shock
Dying again and the blood secedes into my brain, which becomes a yellow globe, a red bulb on its ceiling throbbing with some other life: a cell of stones a […]