My Parents Called Me Useless In Court Until The Judge Asked If They Knew Who I Really Was

of the words that had not yet found their shape.

“That would be useful,” I said.

We walked out of the courthouse together into the pale October afternoon. A few people on the street pretended not to watch us. My father paused by his car and said they would see me around, and I said yes, they would. He said it matter-of-factly, without ceremony, which continue reading …