All Exit Interviews Shall Remain Confidential by Shelli Cornelison
"There will be one person in the room who harbors the truth but she won’t speak up."
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I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.
"There will be one person in the room who harbors the truth but she won’t speak up."
I’d never seen a coast before. So. Land sometimes stops.
I will smell like gasoline until I die, and the buzzing from my phone intensifies until I can no longer enumerate my future failures.
In Yuma, our bedroom is an add-on by the garage, far away from sleeping grown-ups.