By Joyce Carol Oates, Illustrations by Kim Ryu
When it began, I do not know. If I kept a journal or a diary, as some of you do, perhaps then I would know. But I don’t, and so I don’t. When the cold began to pursue me.
By Diane Seuss
Where is the drug to drug this feeling out of me, the drug to drug away the fear of drugs and what they steal from me