I'm Sorry We're Getting Married
I love you, Harry. And I’m excited that we can be married for most of our lives. What does that mean, though, when we can already love each other for most of our lives whether the government is involved or not.
Flash Nonfiction
my sticky sweet(s)
In the spaces between the two of you, I snuggle up for comfort.
Rangoon
“I know those guys,” my father would say. “They’re just a glorified referral service.”
We read to know we are not alone,
But I told this car full of friends this truth I’d never even spoken to myself.
It Started with a Feeling, and Now My Boyfriend and I are Sitting in a Clinic for a Pre-Conception Consultation, and I Can’t Stop Worrying About My Unknown Future
The doctor says I won’t have many changes since I’ve been on hormones for so long, but still—
Hometown Tour
And in the daydream, he smiles, he smiles big and a lot, he's happy, I can't believe how happy, over such small things, and he says, that's cool, oh that's cool too, oh that's so cool...
Dad's Toe
Later, while I’m telling Jamie the story of how Dad chopped his toe off, I get two texts from Dad’s phone. The first one is an overexposed close-up of a pearl white bone surrounded by what looks like gray and white chicken flesh. The second text says: “This is my toe.”