Bonanza Amanda shows me my bones, A picture of my spine, ghost-like, Snake-like, like it could rattle. I say, Amanda, it looks crooked, why Is that? She shrugs, You’re not the only one. Your bone-density’s fine. You can go now. My plebeian spine walks me toward The mammogram room where I flop my […]
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