The author on her new memoir, SICK; searching for home; and her struggle to be heard by the medical establishment.

Tell them come take my eyes / Before my body gives out

it was near this piece of ocean bed / where their whale ancestors dealt out the sea / as if they were gambling.

There was the time I found an entire horse or cow skeleton laid neatly on top of the shed roof. When I asked my brothers what it was doing there, they looked at me patiently and said, We found it in the desert.

The baby stayed in the desert. I myself stayed in darkness for a long time.

Some facts, notes, data, information, statistics, and statements on the hot spring at Lake Tecopa.

Kissing and kissing at the barbecue.

My cadastre of flesh / dissects me right to the bone

I know how to stay safe among lions in the wild. Around men of my own species, things feel more complicated.

I am so afraid of being troubled and alone at the end of this world

A formerly incarcerated writer reflects on what prison can do to a person.