Just a spoonful satisfyingly sears on the way down, tickling all the microvilli on its magic school bus trip through the body. A taste so tangy, a flavor so fearless. Anything but diluted, the way I’d always told myself to be.
I saw them. In the mind’s eye.
A vision once obscured, then clarified.
‘where reality and subconsciousness overlap and everything blends.’
Cubed potatoes, sliced onions—their oil bath
followed by a tender sauna.
We return to find
the magnolia still
bruising itself into blossom.
Compulsory heterosexuality rots the brain, has rotted my brain. I just wanted to undo, unlive it.
Then to discover we both go
first for that old chipped blue soup bowl
Is that love?
We physicians have never had a clearly defined mission. That mattered less when expectations were lower and we could do less. Now though, the reigning paradigm is grounded in basic science, excessively confident, inpatient-centric, and broadly focused on treatment of symptoms and signs, on diagnosis and therapy. The development of a new medical paradigm seems…
That night that the piano man and I first slept together was the night we discovered the pleasure of talking aloud about murder.
I spilled pinot noir on the bed sheet
and said I was a virgin.
In Time I Find Strength, in Time I Get Caught in the Memories of Food There had been a time when I had been told that if I had to go through the most important events in my life I would remember only a mere hour of them, all of them painfully squished against each…
Unlike a jellyfish, she has a brain but doubts her instinct for survival.
swoop siren, dive under.