She can transform, weigh so much, weigh nothing at all.
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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.
She can transform, weigh so much, weigh nothing at all.
To build something like home on another shore.
January is 31 tiny Januarys in a trench coat trying to buy tickets to the rest of the year.
Your genes take these secret messages about the past to the future, even when you burned the evidence
I try to ask the scientists questions, but I wasn’t programmed for small talk.