I Came Home To My Boxes Outside Until I Opened The Paperwork

my parents had signed my name.

The guilt passed.

I started sleeping with the balcony door open, the sounds of the city coming through in the dark like evidence that the world was larger than the small, suffocating roles I had been handed. I started saying no without rehearsing it. I stopped overexplaining my choices. I learned that rest did not have continue reading …