I’m an old man now, but I was a boy once, and I saw things—adults with backward rollercoaster eyes, muddy backhoe faces, steel wool fingers, javelin forearms that could tack anything they wanted to a wall, a floorboard, a bed board, or a rusty bedspring creaking for rescue. I was a glass boy then, blown […]
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An Internal Monologue: a confession
Me: Let’s talk about how it all started. Myself: How what started? And I: Ha! The pickpocketing. Me: Yes, can we talk through that? Myself: Yeah, that’s fine I guess. I don’t get how it’s all that fascinating, or worth its own essay, but we can. And I: It’s cause you were poor, just admit […]