adolescence

My stomach turns at the touch of his rough hands, and I vomit on his bare feet.

I still remember the way the bleach smelled and the way it felt . . .

Your first venture out since the baby and here you are: unkempt, wearing sweatpants despite the heat.

And then I see it. My father's girlfriend's vagina. Splayed across a flowered bedspread.

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