“I remember the sun was high in the sky and the clearing held a holy quiet, like no human feet had ever marred its face. So, of course I followed.”

“…my parents’ divorce agreement, a tarot deck, an armadillo that sang a funny song when you squeezed its belly…”

“He’s not unreasonable, he tells me. But he’s genuinely alarmed by the extent of the first-round edits.”

“The sky peels back like a tinfoil lid and something putrid creeps in...”

“Everything was ours, our reality untamed by time and misogyny, and the price we’d pay for living remained alien to us.”

“If ever a saint could be described as not giving any fucks, it would be her.”