When I was 17, I wrote a novel that got published a few years later. It wasn’t in press for very long, and then it spent a long time existing mostly in my basement (moving between several basements). Last year, I scanned it and cleaned it up a little; now I’m posting it here, in…
Month: March 2021
at the edge of the rushes
i wanted to show you what my face looked like behind the mask but i was afraid that you would turn me away just like the ones i knew when i was a child like the girls who laughed at my shows of femininity at my tears at the dolls that rocked me to sleep…