At Christmas, My Sister Got a $60K BMW and I Got a $2 Piggy Bank Then Dad Threatened to Report My Car Stolen

the windows face west, and the afternoon sun spills across the hardwood floors like something being poured. It’s mine by nightfall. I buy a futon, a lamp, and a small desk, nothing more, and the emptiness feels intentional rather than impoverished. Space to grow into.

Monica drags me to a community center pottery class the following Saturday. “You need continue reading …