i wonder if anyone cares enough to wish me ill ( Read more... )

This is what defines you. In the halls now bereft, you snake into your costume. You are helped by your mother who is missing the show and you quiver with graciousness, Loved. When it's your turn you skitter to the stage, brimming with emptiness. The balsa fits squarely in your hand, an extension of your arm. It is good. You know it is perfect ( Read more... )

In the cafeteria, the bearded lady sits by herself ( Read more... )