The Body in Love and Sickness
It begins in the synapses. Jesus, does it ever. First half a pill, and then a whole one, and I am floating in a twilight I remember from my early 20s of sad holidays with a boy who I loved and who hurt me, pills and a rumpled bed and drawn blinds and a flashing blue television.
Now, this time, the pills are to quell my anxiety and hopefully, in turn, an immune…