so much like in the story, if it was one, which it is, would be so bad it's funny.
in the story, the man who i met years ago surfaces from time to time.
in the story, he comes to my house, drunk, idling in the car he can’t afford, alongside the curb. in the story i tell him go away and in the story he goes away, then a few days later, he comes back.
but instead the story comes right up to my porch, 6'2" of inebriation and because I'm cast-iron i go out there, outside, go up to him, right up to that motherfucker and tell him go away.
i never fucked with this story but he thinks we're star-crossed lovers and i don't know why i forget this.
i'm telling you, it's some kind of biting sibilance, that moment the voice in your head tells you this is the story and shit is going down and it's not in your favor.
Grace Campbell was born, raised and educated in New York. She currently lives and works in Olympia, Washington.