I Came Home From A Double Shift And My Family Said They Voted About My Daughter Until I Said One Thing

rug had been rolled halfway up. The walls, where she had taped her drawings and her small bright posters, were bare in patches with the remnants of tape still stuck to the paint. On the desk sat a stack of printed photographs, inspiration images, all beige and white and aggressively adult.

On the floor: a measuring tape stretched between two corners.continue reading …