There are waters I need to navigate, lessons I’ve begun to learn.
I will be a bitch for a few more hours, until he falls asleep sitting up on the couch.
He had seen me naked a million times.
Something with one foot in and one foot out of a no-man’s land of living.
There are no more grand reveals.
I studied myself like a music score, my blood fizzing as I recognized, for the first time, the reflection of a woman who would be wanted.
We will be reopening for creative nonfiction submissions on April 1st!
“These ones,” my mother repeated, as if waiting for me to deliver the punchline to this obvious joke I was pulling. “You really want these ones?”
But I’m a girl in a man’s world.
I was done with society and its ironclad, stifling ‘pose.’