The Mummies of Guanajuato

The oncologist, well groomed, in a crisp white jacket, pointed at the MRI contrast— “This, this is not one of the good cancers. If left untreated it will lead to a bad death,” checked his watch, tapped nervously on the bedside table, stood up to leave and said, “I want you to think about that.” […]

TO A TOENAIL

Dorsal plate gone awry atop the hallux of my left foot, the one red with embarrassment, that’s right, you, you who serve no purpose, like a wisdom tooth turned inward, or the coccyx, that vestigial tail, claw of keratin curled into the pulp of my big toe, waking me with that familiar dull ache, correct […]