I Came Home From Work and Found My Baby in a Condition I Will Never Forget – The Archivist

through the pressure of my hand: I see you. I have you. They are wrong.

My father wandered over from the grill with the unhurried confidence of a man who owned everything within his line of sight. He looked me over the way he always did, the slow appraisal that started at my shoes and moved upward, pausing on the faded jeans and plain shirt and the continue reading …