In the weeks and months after the operation, he’d wake from sleep, sounds tooting up from his throat not so much snores as noisy requests for air.
(fiction)
Tag: Transformation
She only recognizes the girl in her photographs. // The boy I am recognizes her in photographs.
The rage rolls out of my gut like a stream of regurgitated frogs, leaving me purged and primed for violence.
(nonfiction)
Another Chicago Magazine 