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No more

Doctor, do you hear the terror in my broken tenor?   It is but a muffled, garbled front for what, set free, unaltered, would shatter the very windows. and with them, all these vials, within which my sick blood swirls. And those thin panes of

O Kidneys, my Kidneys!

After my recent month long affair with the kidneys, I decided to turn my affection into an ode of farewell, in the style of Whitman’s “O Captain! My Captain!” O Kidneys! my Kidneys! our fearful trip is done, Old heart has given in at last,

My SP Disease

“Did you notice what you were doing there with your hands? You were going like this,” he said, wringing his hands into knots. “I could see how uncomfortable you were and that made me uncomfortable. Does that make sense?” “Of course,” I said, “I would

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