In seat 15B, she is beginning to pray in Portuguese. Her small hands fold over a bright-pink gossip magazine with imperfect bubbles: cellulite, hair weaves, and something about Mrs. Clooney. …

                 You have ______, which is a ______ form of ______. We are going to treat it with ______, which is a ______ that sometimes results in ______ and, occasionally, ______. …

But I do come to Trillium. To the Cardiac Short Stay Unit where you’ve been sent for the second stent, where free sanitizer prevents the spread of panic. We laugh. …

When the school burned, our ghosts were released. For years we’d only seen well-meaning psychics who entered the classroom to light sage and lay cards, while our ghosts looked on …

Insidiously cutaneous the avalanching alpha-pitch. Ow-oooooooooo-oooooooooo-ooo-ooo Throaty exfoliating whips the dead of winter a wide predatory incrustation—scalp, countenance, torso, and gut. A middle of everywhere nowhere. Phew! Scent the whiff …