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63 In the ER Waiting Room with My Girlfriend Each fevered chair is filled with a girl her mouth open, yellow breaths passing through pale lips. She’s hoping for a new doctor, some dilaudid or vicodin. She looks at the tv. I watch the girls change into women with wild hair and hard feet in worn-out slippers, into a college boy with a busted ankle and some girl he might fall in love with, into a woman in a wheelchair burying her blazing head against the man who strokes her as if she doesn’t burn his hands. ...

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