You Changed My Life by Everett Cruz
I smelled rice, ylang ylang, and home.
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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.
I smelled rice, ylang ylang, and home.
Terribly alone in my hope I weep, unaware that hope itself is a product / Of a life ...
I imagined he liked me, but the truth is I have no idea. Our friendship was born of necessity rather than mutual admiration.
" ... the fluorescent lights that cast each person as a putrefied replica of humanity – a Madame Tussaud-like live works series in the process of decay."