muscles
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Informing Form
She was a physical, as opposed to a media, reality to me—someone with a voice to be addressed rather than a flattened image.
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The Second Art Form
One summer day in 1985, a doctor calls my mother and tells her that there is empty space where parts of my brain should be. “I don’t understand it,” he says. “There should be muscle, and there’s nothing.” More tests,…