In our afternoon reading: revisiting Octavia E. Butler’s writings, an interview with V. Castro, and more.
by James Jacob Hatfield
The head and arms are wrapped with a high density plastic sleeve to protect the chair from any oral leakage. A metallic beaded chain (like the ones used for anchoring bank teller pens) nips at my neck hairs and is alligator clipped to a blue bib (also for spit). The paperwork I left with the receptionist details my checkered past with Lidocaine.