Pandemic Memory #3

Dina McQueen Pandemic musings

Chickenpox, 1973 The itching is insane. The bumps have popped up in my scalp, inside my mouth, eventually they’ll even erupt on the lips of my … um … vagina. As I moan inside the pounding of my own brain, I silently scream, When will this nightmare end? Mother dabs puffy cotton balls drenched in Calamine Lotion across my back, …

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Pandemic Memory #2

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“When I was a child I had a fever …” They’ve put me in an older brother’s room, the only bedroom of five that’s situated close to my parents’ room. I sleep in a dense fog that fills the room with dread. I sleep, and I sleep, and when I wake up some time long before morning, my night clothes …

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