My Ankle

There’s a bone chip in my ankle, just floating in there, about the size of a 5-cent piece. It’s been there for just over 30 years, and it hurts now and again. I’ve lived more of my life with it there than without. I didn’t even know about it until years after the incident when […]

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They’ve never been mine.

I got an email from my mother asking me if I’m still at the address I’ve been at for the past NINE years. She was thoughtful enough to include pictures of the wedding of the “half-brother” that I was never allowed to claim. Pictured on the left (of the three) is the widow of the […]

4th of July, 2005

It feels like the real truth will never be known. But I know what I believe. I believe you were trying to abandon me for a final time. I’ll never know what it was that you took. Because you’ll never tell me. Maybe because you don’t remember. Maybe you’ve killed the part of your brain […]

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My brother David was a cat.

Cats, unlike dogs, don’t pursue your affection. They won’t sacrifice their own dignity for your attention, and they will refuse to engage in anything that endangers their ego, pride or public-facing image. And it will always, always, do whatever the fuck it wants. A cat won’t sully itself for your love. But that doesn’t mean […]

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I *did* try

I’ll never know what it is that others might have thought about my feelings toward my only sibling. Perhaps that I was too harsh. Unforgiving. Maybe that I’m as much to blame as he for our relationship breakdown. I’ll never actually know. What I know, is that I did try. When we were kids, and […]