I have many names. When I hover behind her, she calls me chill, bringer of goosebumps. When he brings his lover to bed, I sink into the girl and she calls me conscience and flees, nauseous. A gloomy mind makes him stoop, and I press, press, press on his shoulders. A force-feeding of guilt. An … More Witness

It’s hilarious. Now, we’re bartering vegetables and hoarding meat like gold. Our prison economy is surprisingly cheerful—we’ve elected delivery lieutenants, and I’ve joined more platoons than I can remember. Eggs, beef, fruit, does anyone have a Coca-Cola platoon? Could we rise up to cover delivery? Emojis rain down as we praise our leaders, laughing at … More When in Quarantine

Wasn’t it lucky that they had the oak tree? That beautiful thing, a colossal span of gnarled knots and twisted tendrils, a heaving mass split into wispy, skyward bronchioles. She dug, careful not to disturb the roots. How about a deal? You take him. I move on. You grow, I grow. She’d been there every … More Friend