Fifteen Years After My Father Threw Me Out A Clerk Entered My Social Security Number And Froze

was accurate. If the person whose name I had been using, whose number I had recited as scripture since childhood, had ceased to exist somewhere and I had stepped into the space left behind without knowing it.

I had never felt like I belonged anywhere. I had always attributed this to circumstance, to the couch-surfing and the night shifts and the car continue reading …