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Lisa Bernstein

Summer 1994

The Old Contract

By Lisa Bernstein

Forgive me for not fearing the ones who told me “You’re dying.” One of them stands in the corner of my bedroom, lifting her petticoat, which is dingy and smoke-tinged […]

Summer 1994

Watching the Sea

By Lisa Bernstein

When I test my blood for sugar I watch the droplet as if it’s an ocean. I look down at the bodies, the coral-colored, speckled fish, the trout’s white flesh […]

Summer 1994

Insulin Shock

By Lisa Bernstein

Dying again and the blood secedes into my brain, which becomes a yellow globe, a red bulb on its ceiling throbbing with some other life:  a cell  of stones  a […]