Leland Quarterly | Summer 2020
humor turned inside-out
Helena Silva-Nichols
last night i dreamt my sisters body had a gash the size of four fists within, just behind purple ribs and across from her wild heart an implanted monitor sat beeping like cracked knuckles flashing read-outs in jeringonza i hadn’t bothered to learn so i added to the list of secrets we keep on blood-thinners and woke up to find mourning precluded, cauterized mid-vivisection
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