At 18 My Dad Told Me to Leave and Gave My Room to My Sister

voice in every sentence. Tentative, careful, full of love that still doesn’t quite know how to cross the distance between them. She’s still trying in the only way she knows how. It’s not enough. But I see it.

I still have the Honda. The 2003 Civic with the cracked heater. The battery is dead, the tires are flat, and there’s a permanent fog on the inside continue reading …