“Pretty as in Almost” By: Michelle Boring
It’s Friday night, and I’m at the bar with my friends for my birthday. We sit at a tall table toward the back of the green lit room. We look at menus while our ...
It’s Friday night, and I’m at the bar with my friends for my birthday. We sit at a tall table toward the back of the green lit room. We look at menus while our ...
TW: abuse My childhood’s secure within the borders of faded photographs, the child me I barely remember, the one who called his mother sweetheart because...