She has been trying and failing to teach herself Crow pose. She tips forward on her hands, tries to wedge her knees into her armpits and immediately overbalances, ducks her head, and collapses on the floor. She isn’t very good at yoga but persists with a sort of dogged belief that she may one day conceive a talent for it. She sits on the rug beside her bed for a second, listens to the sound of her body turning itself right side up again. Listens for the sound of her stomach, the mild tinnitus buzz in her ears. No heartbeat, she thinks. Presses two fingers to the side of her neck, thinks,
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