There’s just sweat and panic and my heart racing ahead of me-and my doctor in Chicago says that’s all normal for someone like me.Īnd she’ll smile, from a professional distance. I don’t feel like there’s a star going nova in my chest. My breath doesn’t burn, my skin doesn’t shimmer. I dream about going off, and I wake up, panting, not sure if it’s true.īut there’s never smoke.
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