My first wedding dress—not white, not wedding. A frock bought off the rack for more than I had ever spent. Light gray with
Meningioma—a tumor that forms from the meninges, the membranous layers surrounding the brain and spinal cord. Don’t start with that don’t-you-love-your-body stuff. I’m not
The mind rubs against the landscape like a branch scraping against window glass. Fence railings blind with solar white. A sliver of barren mountain