Appointment
They are full today. It is a blocked date. We are dying to get in, everyone is dying; there is no room for death with nurses on vacation, so you’ll have to wait for...
Author: Julia Gari Weiss
The Weight
I was hollow shadows holding onto four hours of sleep and Ambien, wearing sunglasses inside, under excruciatingly dim lights. My eye sockets sinking into my cheekbones. People would visit my mom’s hospital room with...
Mechanical
Poem Grey screen goes blank promptly at 14:10 I walk past three pink stalls into the fourth where I hang up my coat pull my scarf and shirt over head careful not to strangle in wires....
