My Brother Told Me to Stay Away, So I Quietly Withdrew My Guarantee

one form or another since I was ten years old in a living room where the world was ending. I thought about everything I had carried through the last three months: the fall, the hospital bed, the text, the hollowness of working and recovering and waiting. I thought about the system we had built together, the reach before the ask.

“I already have,” I continue reading …