I wrote this essay, "The Colossal Colon," a long time ago and the journal, Waccamaw was kind enough to publish it a couple of years ago. It's still one of my favorites, even if it is quite different from some of my other essays:
"One day not long ago at a suburban mall, my three-year-old son and I crawled through the Colossal Colon. It was forty-feet long, pink, and riddled with cancer. At the puckered entrance a smiling nurse asked us to don a pair of blue sanitary booties."
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