Issue 7, Winter/Spring 2009

[(Anorexic to the point where consciousness fails.)], by S. Jason Fraley

(Anorexic to the point where consciousness fails.)

Raincoats bleed into the entranceway’s beige wallpaper.  Some brought tongue depressors and tape measures, others small notebooks ideal for condensing observation and revelation into an economical space.

Your breathing doesn’t disturb the bath water.

Bright light on steam convinces some patients to hurry up.  Evaporate.

Each doctor brought five stone for assistance.  Just in case.