My Mother Said I Only Care About Myself Until I Canceled Everything I Was Paying

past the coffee shop on Davidson I’d been meaning to try for eight months. Past the pocket park where two older men were playing chess at a concrete table, jackets on, unhurried. Past the elementary school with its painted handprints in red and yellow and blue.

I ran for twenty-six minutes.

Standing outside my building afterward, breathing hard, I tried continue reading …