Only Children In a group of girls heading home from a day trip to the city, the one with the biggest shopping bag also has a boxer’s nose and the shadow of a bruise under her left eye. I’d like to show her the Polaroid of me beaming astride a rented grey pony on my sixth birthday, and say nothing. She can already see how my shoulders hunch, how I flinch sometimes even at my lover’s touch, how some things change and some do not.
-Published in Persephone’s Daughters, Issue 3.
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