Nonfiction

Write a formula you could use to calculate the number of ova you have left.

What Gabe did for me (and what I now understand he did for so many) was to refuse to leave me behind.

I begin to break, slowly and without fanfare.

Em and I spent that summer testing limits we never dared push before.

I trick myself into believing something’s real by putting my hands all over it.

Whenever a new wave of mortification overtakes me, I capture the current and use it to fuel gender dreams.

The evidence was slim, but I thought one day my father would appear on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries as a fugitive.

Our shadows stretched long before us in the late afternoon light, making us giants in the land.

Your confidence in the project’s promise is fading.