Poetry is Cheap Therapy: The Comfort of Cabbages

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Wednesday, April 25, 2007

The Comfort of Cabbages

Elaina had hoped to sleep off her grief for a month or so but her breasts woke her up on day two. She sat up in bed, feeling the strange weight of them pull her forward, realizing abruptly that engorgement had been woefully under-described to her by her doctor. Her small breasts, now three times... Sign in to see full entry.

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