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  ADOLESCENCE   1 In the scoliosis clinic, I waited in a room of skeletons while men reshaped the architecture of my sister, spongy discs stacked in S-curves like haunted seahorses, undulant when I shifted a protuberance side to side in my thumb and forefinger and the reticulated whip rippled to the tailbone. From the… Read More Reading Jennifer K. Sweeney

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