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antiBODY An Anthology of Poetry and MedicineMain MenuForewordIntroductionAt the Teaching Hospitalby Dan KrainesAtrophyby Paul BlomBarnacled to the Boneby Stephen C. MiddletonBiopsyby Julie RosenzweigBlood Truckby Sophie Summertown GrimesDead See Scrollby Rich MurphyDeciding Not to Wear Glassesby Donna J. Gelagotis LeeDiscovery: Negative Returnby Tara SkurtuExileby Lane FalconFlushby Stephen MeadFruitBy Tyler ChadwickGrandmother Dead, Then Alive, Then Dead Againby Matthew BakerHysteriaby Donna J. Gelagotis LeeIf Not Absolutionby Matthew BakerLackby Sarah Anderson WoodMirenaby Meagan GrantMittelschmerzby Sarah KerseyMoon Childby Lisa Hitonpecan, rodef, clamby Susan ComninosRefugeesby Walt PetersonShe Cannot Let Him Goby Nancy Smiler LevinsonSome Days Begin Like Thisby Tara SkurtuThe Mechanics of Loveby Victoria GatehouseThe Needleby Isla McKettaThere Was Beauty in That Graphby Geralyn Pinto[Untitled]by Nan Darbous Marthaller[Untitled]by Nan Darbous MarthallerContributorsCalvin Olsenb5c5f3583225f37f1f8a2a51ca3fc4b14f902087
Choke
12018-02-21T23:59:50-08:00Calvin Olsenb5c5f3583225f37f1f8a2a51ca3fc4b14f902087180221by Alyson Millerplain2018-02-21T23:59:50-08:00Calvin Olsenb5c5f3583225f37f1f8a2a51ca3fc4b14f902087by Alyson Miller
It started with stomach flu, your body leached crackle-dry. A night and day of heaving, crouched before the porcelain neck of the toilet as acid burns your throat raw, bleaches the calcium from your teeth. The smell of rot and sweat perspire from hot skin during the horror of choking as stomach and mouth rush to empty, the contractions echoing a guttural lament down the hallway. In the hours before morning, pulse thrashing like trapped fish and convinced something alien is attempting birth from your chest, you ask me to Google symptoms of cardiac arrest, cardiopulmonary failure and, to be sure, indigestion. In the ER, imaging reveals only a fissure, a rib-torn muscle that will soon knit bone-tight. On leaving, the streets vacant with that brief desolation of night and heavy with petrichor, we talk of magnetic fields and radio waves, the intimacy between gut and heart, and the impossible magnetics of hydrogen atoms.
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