Dear SivanFar away, he was anyone. In days I was convinced to call. I had been questioned and chastised enough by everyone who took turns with me every night holding me or holding me up why didn't I call. The cop on the phone yelled blamed accused chastised me for not calling. Earlier. At the time. I hung up eventually.Love,Jenny[ 11206 ]
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Jennifer Stella is a writer and a doctor. After Peace Corps in Cameroon, she completed her MFA in poetry at Brooklyn College around both medical school in San Francisco and internal medicine residency in New York City. Her poetry and prose are published internationally. Writing has appeared in Calyx, Tupelo Quarterly, the Dusie Blog, Eleven Eleven, Der Grief, Pharos, and others. Her first chapbook, Your Lapidarium Feels Wrought, was published in 2016 by Ugly Duckling Presse. Jennifer recently worked with Doctors without Borders as an HIV/TB specialist in the Democratic Republic of Congo. She lives in San Francisco.
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