There are occasions when I say, Pull yourself together, bitch. It could be worse. You could be living in Ancient Greece when women had to turn into Laurel trees to avoid getting raped By Apollo, and even then it was no guarantee. Even if you weren’t a woman, I say again to myself, …

    It begins with a splinter of some kind, a bunch of old men sitting in a circle deciding which laws to bend first. It sounds like crunching, a wood chipper eating itself. Outside it always looks like it’s going to rain and that the rain is going to burn. If only you could’ve …