The corners of her name

… That’s Jane, and she’s polite and she fits right into the corners of her name, and it isn’t my name. It isn’t my name. I want my name back. I want the news stories to say that Alice Liddell was a girl who lived in New York City, and she was just starting toContinue reading “The corners of her name”

All I see

I am wrapped in something silver. Shivering. They keep calling me m’am, and they take turns with their questions, pressing gently against my confusion. I am trying to concentrate, trying to swim up through my saturation, but my eyes keep going to their belts, their thick black weapons like anchors, and how I could justContinue reading “All I see”