ACCUPRESSURE: I make a crease with my arm push the skin out dimple ease it back in like a gear shaft press, count, release. This is supposed to work my stomach cinches itself in a divide my head whitens my blood scurries. I take flesh from my palm and rub it into elbow feeling the thud of vein an inch away my chest feels like feathers my helicopter ears speed my neck is tight. I count slow minutes as if I am God as if by counting them they will pass easier through my bloodstream. -Jennifer Warren