The Guard Asked Who They Were Here to See

about his bad tuxedo. My mother sat alone at a table with my program booklet open in front of her like she was studying for an exam she should’ve taken years ago.

My father said, “I don’t expect you to fix this for me.”

Good, I thought. Because I wasn’t going to.

But I also wasn’t nineteen anymore, freezing on a porch with nowhere to go.

“I can’t give continue reading …