Vigil: Women’s Bathroom in the Heart Wing of the Hospital When I walk in, there are two women stripped down, washing their pits and vaginas at the double-sink with industrial paper towels and dispenser soap. I am also here on a break from bedside: can’t hold it in any longer. The door closes behind me […]
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H. E. Fisher
Letter to My Friend Stuck at the Top of a Ferris Wheel —for Charis Conn thirty years after the publication of her story “Octopus” in Harper’s You called to reassure me that Raymond Carver was okay, how he said his last years were “gravy” and read me his poem in the New Yorker. It wasn’t […]