I try to make a fist but my hand is still being made inside the winter glove my nearby father lost.  

I do not go after the boy who’s called me a little ***** for wearing my mother’s Sunday heels.  

I have one of those accidents I am never far from having.

I sit in the bath and wait for my brother who is tall enough to turn the showerhead away.

by my reaction, the water is either too cold or too hot.