Shopping malls and parking lots and all the places I knew I liked girls The first time I was misgendered was at a Taco Bell in Crossgates Mall in upstate New York. Or rather, this is the first time I specifically remember being misgendered.
Colleagues and Friends It’s the first time in three months I’ve heard so much English, and between the bull and the barbeque, I can almost mistake it for home.
Unidentified Snack-Mix, Orange and Salty (Last Seen Possibly Becoming The Christ) There was comfort in all these things, like I was placing my isolated act of snacking in my recliner, alone in a small room, into a framework of collective experience.
The Widowmaker Tried to Kill Me, But Failed Miserably I didn’t know I’d had a heart attack until the morning after, once the stent was in and I’d had a good night’s sleep flat on my back with a weighted pillow on my upper thigh where the surgeon cut into my femoral artery.