I didn’t open the message for four days. I want that on the record, because I think it matters. This wasn’t impulsive. I thought about it every one of those four days – in the car, in the shower, standing in the cereal aisle holding a box I didn’t need – and every time I…
The dress came in on a Tuesday. I remember because Tuesdays were usually nothing – laundry, groceries, the specific gray nothing of a weekday – and then suddenly it wasn’t nothing anymore, it was a phone call from the bridal shop saying it’s ready, come try it on one more time before we do final…
We were fifteen the first time he kissed me. Behind the gym, after a pep rally, both of us laughing because neither of us actually knew what we were doing. My back against cold brick. His hands not knowing where to go. Somebody’s older brother yelling at us to get a room from across the…
It’s 11:07 p.m. I know that because I’ve looked at the clock four times in the last minute instead of finishing another job application. The applications are open. They’re still open. I’ve changed the wording in one sentence three times. I don’t think anyone has ever been hired because they chose “coordinated” instead of “managed.”…