The Unreal Woman at the Grocery “What price bananas? Are you my Angel?” –Alan Ginsberg Her cart is mighty, for she piles it with the semblance of health: fruit that…
I began to lack reality. I took to baggy tops and A-line silhouettes to hide my poking collarbone, my meatless hips. I took up as much space as I could in bulky sweaters. I compensated for my diminishing reality by covering over my negative space.