Everything All at Once

Science calls it neuroinflammation. I call it divine static.

Monday starts my fourth and final round of arsenic.

And as much as I’d love to tell you I’m gliding through this like some monk-bodied stoic, the truth is closer to this:

I can feel everything, all at once.

Every cell in my body seems to have a group chat, and no one knows how to mute notifications. That’s the thing no one tells you about All-Trans Retinoi…