We Need to Talk About Our Friendship

Why did I move to Florida? I’m sitting in the parking lot outside my friend’s apartment, browning under the sun’s hot breath. My fingers pick at Publix sushi that’s gone slimy. Orlando is wet, sticky, violent. It’s the place where you learn the contours of your body through sweaty shorts and tank tops.* Except, I’m wearing long pants. Why did I wear long pants? And … Continue reading We Need to Talk About Our Friendship