SPIRITUAL SEIZURES BY MARKITA NAOMI SCHULMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 56
When I am four feet tall, and there are just two weeks until summer vacation, I jump in the pool after school and the chlorine stings. I pour milk from a gallon jug in my eyes. After dark, I cry desperately in my bed and when my mother comes I tell her, “I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.”