Something big happens in this house and no one will say a thing. We always just continue on, pretending that everything is fine.
Knees and elbows pop up then submerge. She can’t tell whose limbs are whose.
There’s seven billion of us on earth.
He knew how to put it on so that it fit snugly and the elastic straps didn’t snap against his face.
On a day as dead as the others, my mother put me in my swimsuit.
Ira Glass sighed, like he wanted to heal the cracks, like he wanted to keep what is fractured within us whole.
The gossip circulating for days before the pageant was that this young man portraying the Son of God was a backslider.
Do not seem too eager. That’s when they leave you.
If men stare at him while he pees, it’s because they’re checking his credentials.
Yet drafts come in many forms. Winds blow from many directions.