One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
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One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
He feared brain blood clots
but it’s labyrinthitis.
He’ll live after all.
She spent the day in
aisle 6, cold flu remedies,
wellness boxed, bottled.
Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.
Dark fear crackling at
the edges, the heart beats on,
pulsing core of light.
Like an egg in a
carton I fall but don’t crack,
cushioned by your strength.
What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
Hives. Itching. As if
her body can’t coexist
with her sense of self.
for Cathy
Too sick for green beer
she stayed home, watched bad films of
leprechaun horror.
Either it’s a loud
HVAC system or
white noise to mask fear.