Unidentified Snack-Mix, Orange and Salty (Last Seen Possibly Becoming The Christ) There was comfort in all these things, like I was placing my isolated act of snacking in my recliner, alone in a small room, into a framework of collective experience.
The Widowmaker Tried to Kill Me, But Failed Miserably I didn’t know I’d had a heart attack until the morning after, once the stent was in and I’d had a good night’s sleep flat on my back with a weighted pillow on my upper thigh where the surgeon cut into my femoral artery.
