I Arrived At My Sister’s Wedding And She Tried To Hide Me

from my thighs and stretched where other skin had died.

It was learning how to sit, then stand, then failing at both because my legs pulled wrong and my balance had gone strange after the smoke damage.

It was a nurse named Patrice peeling bandages while I bit a towel so hard I left teeth marks.

It was my parents fighting in the hallway over insurance continue reading …