Don't Go Crazy Without Me

Does my ire rise

they perceive all the ways my past reverberates in this room?

hyper-vigilant ears

She was worn out from years of serving as my father’s missing censor.

Noise and hilarity, noise and calamity.

As readers, we all long for epiphanies and revelations, redemption, and happy endings. But shift a few words or reorder paragraphs and epiphanies can evaporate, redemption erode to reveal darker currents.

I had to get out—of the room, of the place, of my head, of my body.