Crouching Clover, Hidden Monkey
On the two separate occasions I’ve asked her about the time I was born—to get my astrological chart, as one does—she has given me different answers.
jealousy, jealousy
I’m picking at my fingernails when they call my name onstage. They’re always pronouncing it wrong – stee-fuh-nee.
Cousin’s Day
We took our positions. We readied our Nerf guns. The older boys had picked out the bigger ones, the ones that held fifteen to fifty foam bullets, with more bulging their pockets. I took one of the smaller ones that held eight, but I liked how powerful my small Nerf gun was.
The Essay That Will Fix Me
When I once again find myself contending with a confusing mess of emotions, I find myself needing to write these thoughts down.