Lauren Hoffman walked into her daughter’s room, dragged a chair next to the bed, dropped her purse beside the chair and sat. Vanessa was lying on her side, pillows at her back, a pillow between her calves, two under her neck and head. Her hands were under the covers and the covers were pulled up […]
Seventeen was grim. There would be weeks when the scramble looked to be paying off. She could breathe easier. Her limbs felt like they belonged to her again. She would get chipper and feel confident that she had some control over her life and her health. She’d look ahead, she’d think ahead and plan ahead […]
Market Manufacturing Maroon husks with sutured eyes darting under thin skin give way to the great slumber, The closing off of the pineal gland now doused in copious concoctions of pharmaceutical intrigue- Late-stage Capitalism’s gain is our loss as our souls are surrendered to birth certificates and our skin is rendered cheap paper to be […]
Seventeen started out well. Vanessa excelled at school. She had an active social life. She had a job after school, at the public library, three nights a week. She was talking about college. She had a wide circle of friends and finally, a driver’s license, and everything about her life was lighter and brighter. The […]