12. Born-again Zombie (...

I relaxed completely. He pulled, and we all fell over—two nurses, an intern, a janitor, and I. We lay there for a moment or two, without moving, like the severed appendages of a butchered starfish, all pointing in different directions on the shiny lemon-colored linoleum in the rank spew...

12. Born-again Zombie (...

My mouth fell open, one hand reached involuntarily toward the wall. I could feel my breath quicken, my heart beating faster, so fast it was dizzying. The image, the beautiful image of the body, began to darken and fade. A thick numbness spread through my legs. I felt them buckle....

12. Born-again Zombie (...

With one hand I wiped my face clean. I groped toward the wall for support, found none, so I stumbled across the room, bumping into tables, knocking over trays. They clattered to the floor, which was also shockingly cold. Clumsily threading my way through what seemed like an obstacle...

12. Born-again Zombie (...

Like many victims of cerebral trauma, I was reborn with a kind of amnesia. Was it a relief to leave my old “self “ with all its sorrow and disappointment behind? In some ways, yes, but I must tell you that I’ve never felt more isolated than I did when I returned from the dead, though I...

12. Born-again Zombie (...

What I was aware of at first was pain. The pain came from the light that flashed on the other side of my eyelids. Then the smell of my body rose up around me, sickeningly sweet and cloying. That nearly undid me. I thought I would vomit. I struggled, trying to raise myself up and quickly...

12. Born-again Zombie

After I died, I . . . I woke up. I woke up on a table in the hospital morgue, third in line for an autopsy. I woke up a whole new person . . . or a fragment of an old person. By that I mean I wasn’t exactly “myself.” Who was I? I’m not sure. It was odd, as if I were on some very weird...