I was scrubbing dried toothpaste from the sink when my inner monologue was interrupted by a yelp from my husband, downstairs.
Guests whisper and I hear. “She’s in shock.” “Foreigners don’t cry.” “Immigrants lose their roots.”
The only time I take off my wedding band is when I am slapping bread dough onto the bench, overarm. Make of that what you will.
We reached the roof of the school unnoticed. Maggie was an expert at planning adventures and I didn't want to show her that I wasn't as fearless as she was.
… yesterday, when I was writing a birthday card, I was fascinated to see how my cursive letters leaped and bounded on the page.
It’s city snow. Driving fast, turning orange in the glare of blinking streetlights.
My friend Gina force-feeds me crackers while I’m in hysterics, riding the climax of a bad mushroom trip.
A corseted Victorian woman in puffy, pink silk beamed up at a starched-collared lord astride a stallion that pulled at the hobbled stable boy gripping its reigns.
It’s a grey day. I’m lazing around on the couch playing an inane game on my phone.
I waved, said “Sorry,” smiled out the window, and that’s when I noticed the words he was screaming.
I wake up early. Stomach churns. Panic. A gust of terror that has no language to support it.
Across the room, the most gorgeous and popular boy in school — tall, blonde, athletic and artsy. A damn Norse god come to life.
I always had to try something once. Just to see.
When I pick up the phone, she’s sobbing. CW // suicidal ideation
We huddled together, silent, as we tiptoed past tombstones and stumbled over crumbling stone walls, the moon our lone guiding light.
I saw him sitting in the front pew of All Saints Church. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Burlap-like irregularities are scattered across my face, foreign invaders in a war they are destined to win, for time is their leader.
I tell him to chase me and ask for a ten-second running start, a real one with “hippopotamus” between the numbers.
“Jill! Come over here!” My heart went dizzy, for I was never invited by my sister to come over here, or anywhere.
It’s a quarter to midnight. I’m going to change my pronouns on Instagram.