Pig Latin

Aisyday is a collector of things. Hats and canes. Handbags. Scars. I can’t be sure. I am certain. She saw me as hard tissue. A door left ajar. What I said. Honest. Insecure and reaching. A ringing nerve along her jawline. Me. Jarring and disobedient. Always. Her jealous, boasting a size nine shoe. Because it’s … Continue reading Pig Latin