after Sharon Olds’s “The Clasp” No one came for the old man across the hall in the intensive care unit. Nothing gathered at his eyes, no small bit of expectation as new bodies rounded the corner. Sometimes you know w [...]
after Sharon Olds’s “The Clasp” No one came for the old man across the hall in the intensive care unit. Nothing gathered at his eyes, no small bit of expectation as new bodies rounded the corner. Sometimes you know w [...]