by Jennifer Santos Madriaga
I remained lucid through the delirium dream
as I was baptized in the saline waters of
Zosyn and Vancomycin, my biome of
living self and infection obliterating in layers
with each hourly infusion. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Poetry
Sepsis/Movement One
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A Wolf in the House
by Jess Falkenhagen
An arrow slung straight to the heart.
Astonished,
clutching the wound, I turned to find the archer
and saw that it was you. Continue reading
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The Blessings of Liberty
by Seth Rosenbloom
We sit
in lawn chairs
at a safe distance Continue reading
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Autotomist
by M. Cynthia Cheung
If, like salamanders, we were born
with fault lines built in,
tucked deep
between planes of flesh,
the day-to-day might
be easier. No need
to defend, or even explain. Continue reading
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My Mother’s Middle-School Yearbook
by Alex Manuel
Some names were highlighted
in a faded yellow marker, and I don’t understand why.
The first few were boys. Initially I thought
they might’ve been her school-yard crushes,
but I doubt my mom had a crush
on her chubby English teacher. In his photo, he wore
glasses that made his ears bulge out.
A jokester chicken-scratched
Dumbo by his name. Continue reading
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