Shenandoah LaRock (she/her)

I called you in the hospital today. You sounded like you, except groggier and muddled. It was probably the signal or the meds. You said you felt okay and listed everything on the menu. Front and back it was five pages. (would you eat it all if you could?) I let you...

I. Casually discussing cancer, as if it’s a roommate that doesn’t pay rent. You know it’s a problem, but maybe if you ignore him, everything will be fine . II. He starts stealing your shit. I mean, he was always stealing your shit. And you feel sick, for letting it...