On the sixth night of Chanukah, which is also Christmas Eve, I am awake and burning in my childhood bed. It isn’t a flame, but a computer running on my bare stomach that sears a red spot into my skin. But I can’t find it in myself to move. Not
On the sixth night of Chanukah, which is also Christmas Eve, I am awake and burning in my childhood bed. It isn’t a flame, but a computer running on my bare stomach that sears a red spot into my skin. But I can’t find it in myself to move. Not
