Anthony Bourdain Died Just After My Father and Now Nobody Is Left Who Can Teach Me Steak
One day, a man I loved
was muck and clay. The brain is a devastating
Thirty stomach scraping recitatives on rape and wrestling, The People's Elbow is what it is to try to process trauma in the twenty-first century. It is slamming the head into the mat repeatedly only to realize the match is rigged for the heel. It is the comfort and confusion of fantasy as a coping mechanism. It is the ways we heal and ways we don't.