The State of Disunion (or Feast and Famine)


A friend on Facebook posts: I’m less concerned about the mortality rate, and more concerned about what’s going to happen in a month when all the people who died from this come back to life. He is young and does not know loss, does not know the soft, jelly roll of grief that collects at the chest and makes breathing a thing that requires concentration, as if the fish tank of the world...

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