Abortion Clinic by Domenic Scopa

Looking into the irises of the doctor, you think of salmon leaping from a stream in all their breathless inquiry, which is what happens when you look into the watercolor eyes of Christ⎯ It’s always the same thing: The salmon certain in uncertainty, their scales sheening like oil spills left in a parking spot, a little too bold for my taste. Also, it’s like avoiding … Continue reading Abortion Clinic by Domenic Scopa