In the Dark, Repetitive CoughingArlene Ang
Sometimes it is enough. Julia places her hands on the glass rooster.  There are jagged cuts in the sculpture that show where she is still possible to hurt. She sees again her father as he sliced the cockscomb with a blade before feeding it to the rooster.  Cancer is a bird of beauty. She is swallowed by the world that isn't watching. Her brother stands with a strange haircut.  In dreams of dying, there's a percentage of people who never wake up. She's been here six years.  When her family visits, they hug-ghost to ghost-and feel all the more foolish for taking indoor pictures with empty cameras.________________________  Direct application of heartbeat on non-living subjects with the heartbeat intended to probe for life signs or, lacking such, self-violence.  To partake of one's own flesh, raw, is to partake of courage-indicative of war, its presence in the flesh.  Contents of his stomach: addiction and car parts.  There are many substitute words for love.
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