Hunger
V-shaped veins, fingers, and palms fluttering. turning, turning, shaking on a spindle, then hanging quietly. Quietly my mother bends to...
City Lights
That warm dusk-lit June, I saw fire on your face; it crept across the lake and smoldered on your cheeks. We sat in my car, headlights...
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Escaping Ed
Walking past the exterior of the outdated building I read the maroon square sign on the door: Eating Disorder Center of Alabama—Alabama...