Nov 16, 2022
I run into a friend at a bar and a waiter comes by to get our orders. The waiter smiles and asks, ‘What would you like, sir?’ I freeze and my friend grins, placing a warm hand on the waiter’s arm. ‘I’m a ma’am,’ she says, as if she’s used to correcting others this way...
Nov 12, 2022
Some nights I remember it still. After class in our white tees and jogging pants as I listened to your heartache at the farthest swing from the school bus that was supposedly to take me home. ‘She didn’t like me, she never would have,’ you cried and I strained my neck...
