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Yes, there are the memories / like little phylacteries strapped to our minds, / and there are the ways we know our dead / have worked inside us
By Veneta MassonFebruary 2000A doctor, so angry at the inconvenience of being called in to suture a suicidal prisoner’s wrists, said, “I’ll make sure he doesn’t do that again,” and sewed him up without anesthetic. That doctor was employed by the state to cut medical costs. He still is.
By Scott WithiamFebruary 2000Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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