Egg Shells, White Daisies

Egg Shells, White Daisies Danielle M. Gorden This is how I knew I’d turned eighteen: in the waiting room at the guidance counselor’s office, the man with the baggy white tee and pouchy, threadbare eyes lifts his head from the water fountain and lets his eyes catch on my neck. He looks me up andContinue reading “Egg Shells, White Daisies”