Selected by Terrance Hayes Waiting hours, each of us in a curtain-stall. Two men outside, mopping the floor and hall, Shouting "Murderers!" at us. Were they janitors? Or medics who'd read our charts & diagnosed? If men could get pregnant, it would end up a sacrament, Gloria said...
Selected by Terrance Hayes Waiting hours, each of us in a curtain-stall. Two men outside, mopping the floor and hall, Shouting "Murderers!" at us. Were they janitors? Or medics who'd read our charts & diagnosed? If men could get pregnant, it would end up a sacrament, Gloria said...