Auto-Immune by Destiny O. Birdsong
“I’m not dying yet, but she wants to be sure.
She asks me to deliver a ransom of syringes."
—from “Auto-Immune” by Destiny O. Birdsong
Read More“I’m not dying yet, but she wants to be sure.
She asks me to deliver a ransom of syringes."
—from “Auto-Immune” by Destiny O. Birdsong
Read More“Another admirer. How their ranks swelled. They could erect a monument to her in the town square. An extremely fucking likeable woman — that’s what the plaque could say.”
—Erin Somers, “Ten Year Affair” in Joyland
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