Pantiusly Yours

Pantiusly Yours

Pantiusly Yours Illustration key: Note the left leg is shorter. Sitting at the Right Hand is hard on a body. Billy Mays would show up 2,000 years too late for Pilate. Pilate would ultimately lose the suit against the exercise regimen that bears his name (but you...
And your daughter?

And your daughter?

And Your Daughter? Fast forward faster. Past the marionette months of drain bags and catheter tubes and spiking fevers with an affinity for threes (a.m., one oh). Your arms look weird, overly naked somehow. It’s just that there’s nothing sticking out of...
Keystone Specialists

Keystone Specialists

Keystone Specialists Philly suburbs, visiting family. Stomach ache, day three. Try TUMS, but know better—put your shoes on. Remember it’s called the ED now, not ER. Rebranded. A solid distraction, to focus on erectile dysfunction instead of pain, but still, you...
Morphine

Morphine

Morphine The river was perfect that day. Mattresses floated with disregard. Futons sank, deservedly so. To be a bed and a couch is already too much, and either way, not a boat. Mattresses, however. Who doesn’t want to float with disregard? (Clarification. There are no...

Directives

Directives You get no pretty pictures here. Ok? Alright?   You’re going home. You can hear me? You got this tube here, runs up your arm, across your chest, to your central artery. That’s your heart.   This plug’s called a lumen. Keep it...
There Are Rules

There Are Rules

There Are Rules I’m nine on the family trip to the West Coast, when my aunt confiscates the dead crawfish from the restaurant, wraps it in a cloth napkin. A rule: You can take the napkin if it’s for a dead fish. Outside, set the fish into a stream. When it’s not...