A Synonym for Doctor is Hunter
He and I played dress up. He said, “Hello, I’m going to take care of you.” I replied back, “But I am an animal.” So he jackknifed me in the backseat of the car, just like I knew he would. I apologized for bleeding on the interior. Before he ate me, he bent me over a sink and cut my throat. I asked him, “Do I taste good?” I bet I tasted like force-fed bread dipped in wine — Thank you, Father. Amen — But I tasted only metal, my reflection. I remember being bathed in something like this. Nothing more than a prune. An apple in my mouth. “When you get to my kidneys, tell me what the gods say,” I begged, “Call me little bird.”
Cover photo by Bernadetta Watts
