AT MY SISTER’S WEDDING, SHE SMIRKED AND SAID, “GO FIND ANOTHER TABLE, ADOPTED GIRL”

Dr. Perkins, a note I hadn’t understood until this exact second. Infant transferred to G. and R. Bowen per family arrangement.

Gayle and Robert Bowen. My “parents.”

I wasn’t adopted off the street like they always implied, with that little sigh, that we took you in face. I was handed sideways within the same family. Aunt to sister. A baby moved like continue reading …