growing up

The cards showed me the Tower and the Ten of Swords, which is basically bleak shit worthy of jumping off a tall building.

For thirteen days, we have walked near each other, but not too near.

Hot off the presses from Quail Bell magazine's Issue 6—Feminism. (Stay tuned for our review next week.)

For the sake of all that is sacred, I will henceforth become a dependable person. Or at least I will try.

I wanted to leave a hole as big as me. Free up the space I’d taken, more than my share. If only that surgeon had cut me down to size.

When I bought gym clothes at age 12, I had no idea that I would be raped in their presence three and a half years later.

Someone would always cook in their tighty whities, his package at eye level for the person doing French homework at the kitchen table.

Millie lowered her voice and asked me if I had plans for the rest of the day. Did I want to make some mushroom tea and watch Frozen in Union Square?