Content note: this piece contains discussion of death, grief, and hospitals. I don’t really know what to write. My usual way with words has gotten away from me. I’ve been left with a chaotic swirl of thoughts, images, and feelings that are difficult to articulate. Thinking about death. Thinking about grief. Thinking about meaning, aboutContinue reading “What My Grandmother Taught Me”
I lie on my back with my head ear-muffed inside the MRI scanner, listening to bad club music, trying not to laugh, and thinking about death. The awkward redheaded technician is visible as a shapeshifting shadow through the glass. They’ve provided a mirror inside the machine so I can see them and not have a panic attack.