Internet Support Group BY CHELSEA B. DESAUTELS In the shade of a maple tree, on a grassy hill,             three women laid hands on me. One saw a cave in my hips. Another felt bricks             rising from a brook. The last heard a bellow from deep within the woods. We were strangers             come together to spend an afternoon drinking tea & sharing stories of cellular bad luck,             then suddenly makeshift healers summoning our mothers' lessons on touch—             on heat & symmetry, tenderness & release. From above, we might have looked like sundials             or spokes on a round knitting loom. We wanted so [...]