DNR, A.J. Odasso

by A.J. Odasso

I am so thin, reads the mimeograph, final line
in my great-grandmother's letter. Records say
it was consumption that killed her, slow wasting-
away of hunger and breath. I am so thin, she says
again, her last graphite-scrawl a repetition.


I have known fever, fire gone viral in my blood 
after swift incubation. H1N1-haunted dreams
raised my temp to a hundred and three. I lay 
raving for days while the NHS Direct hotline
told my partner to keep me warm. I think I'm
dying, I rasped, grabbing the phone. I'm afraid.


Clean typeface in lieu of scrawling, nib-fine
ascenders scaffold a loved-one's living will.
Do not resuscitate, it says, deceptively brief
with dotted I and curtly-crossed Ts. We are so
thin, I think, signing the paper. We are so thin.
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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