Yeast
Summer, 2019
DESPERATELY SEARCHING FOR SALVE…AND PERHAPS SALVATIONSorry to bother you on a Saturday, Mia said. Her rose gold phone was on the bed and speakerphone was selected. She was offensively high and her voice sounded smeared. She pictured Dr. Ruspin on the other end, mild and gray-bearded, in a spectacular kitchen. Chickpea alfredo.She waited for him to say, That’s all right, but there was only silence.It’s just preternaturally itchy. Like, the itchiest it’s ever been.Is there any discharge?Nope!Any p...
