Memoirs of a Disco Dancer (A Novel)

Chapter 3

The hiss of dropping pressure pulls us awake to twist and stretch in our funked, confined spaces. We are prisoners of the air, deathtrapped in this...
Cherry

Recovery Song

Dear friends. This morning I cut myself shaving. A canal of blood drifted from my chin. I let it clot, heal gently. A miracle in the bathroom mirror...