We like our illness poets to sound resigned, beaten, accepting, and wise. No accurate melodramatic descriptions of poo or pus or puke: we don’t want to see the face of your suffering we want your illness to be symbolic of something larger, such as the Calvinist-rooted discrimination against the ill or the Capitalist cruelty of […]
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I Imagine Myself in Australia by Sara Backer
I sweat in a crowded bar with lots of chairs—chairs to sit on, chairs to stand on, stunt chairs to throw against plywood walls. I’m in my thirties again, single, in tight indigo jeans and a white tank top. My hair thick again—a ponytail of auburn frizz. Australian cowboys arrive in jumbo pickups with roof […]