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 should see his core)....

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And Your Daughter?

And Your Daughter?

Fast forward faster. Past the marionette months of drain bags, catheter tubes, and petulant fevers with an affinity for threes (a.m., one oh). Your arms look overly naked. Your unadorned body now a stranger, unrecognizable without something to collect from or inject...

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Keystone Specialists

Keystone Specialists

Philly suburbs, visiting family. You told yourself you weren't going to be sad this time. It'll have been 15 years since she died. Enough. This year, we celebrate her.  The stomach ache started on the way down. It's now day three. It's now midnight. You're now not...

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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...

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Directives

Directives

You get no pretty pictures here. Ok? Alright?   You're going home. At least nod so I know you understand. Ok? Good. You got this tube inside you that runs up your arm, across your chest here, to your central artery. That's your heart. Don't think too hard on...

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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 in a stream. When it’s not resuscitated, watch...

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I’ve Been in the Hospital

I’ve Been in the Hospital

 “The clocks in here, they're a joke?” “You’re back. “I left?” “For real, dude? Yeah, couple times.” “I needed a second opinion?” “Ha! Oh, you're serious. Word to the wise: there's always someone who'll tell you what you want to hear.” “What do I want to hear?” ***...

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Beginnings

Beginnings

It starts with a faulty appendix? Wrong. Keep your eyes on the mom. She's dead, it shouldn't be hard. From there, it's anyone's guess. Events, like children, return on their own terms. Maybe this is the night you sleep. Maybe it's the day you're wearing piss and blood...

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