RUTH ROACH PIERSON My Late Night Date with an MRI Machine I’m lying on my back in a space like the interior of a grounded submarine or the stomach of a giant metallic nematode, my ears, though plugged and muffed, unable to escape the steady blasts of sound like the gravelly throbbing […]
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