He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

for everyone else. The way they arrived already apologizing, already minimizing, already translating their experience into language that wouldn’t make anyone too uncomfortable.

I drove home with the windows down and the bay air coming through in cold, irregular gusts.

The next morning I slept three hours and went back to work. Trauma doesn’t pause because continue reading …