Inventing the BodyDora Malech
The lungs were my idea. Shins, his. Breasts, mine, though he agreed. He tried to name his favorite organ Mr. Winky, but titles were forbidden from the start. Laughter was a vital sign, amended to a ticking in the chest. We called the heart the heart because we could not say its real name, even to each other, even in the dark.
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