“I can’t believe you would write about something like that,” my sister said. She had called our house, it was pure luck that my mother happened to be out.

I had to get used to this, the hunger, or it would eat me from inside out.

Blue in action was a matter of life or death, and you avoided it at all costs, not jump into it like Chikara unless you wanted to die.

she was the first boy I had ever kissed and I wanted to be kissing a boy but I wanted so badly to be a girl while doing it

Our collective moisture and heat condensating in the sky, the first cycle of a dynamic and unpredictable climate in this new home: the end of her quest.

On Easter morning I found the head lodged in the dirt of my backyard, upright and still alive.