I Refused to Give My Card to His Sister and Breakfast Turned Into Something I Didn’t Expect

I had stopped covering it. It was part of my face now, and my face was mine, and I was finished arranging myself around other people’s comfort with what they had done to it. The burn had faded. What had been clarified by it had not.

Outside, the river moved through the January dark, indifferent and continuous. Inside, my books were on the shelves in continue reading …