She Sent Her Mother One Cent Until Police Found Her Name

hour writing something across the top in my own handwriting, a line my professor had said once in passing that I had written in the margin of my notes: She did it anyway.

The glue had dried unevenly. I loved it anyway.

Around me, families filled the rows with balloons and flowers and signs that said Class of 2026. A little girl kept yelling her brother’s continue reading …