Swimming Upstream by Amy Barnes
We wear Saran Wrap cloaks because real invisibility cloaks are too expensive.
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I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.
We wear Saran Wrap cloaks because real invisibility cloaks are too expensive.
You stood for a second—my slack-jawed baby brother, looking up at me just before a river raged between us.
I went to high school with this bitch and she is definitely not psychic!
Get close to insulting their manhood, and they’ll torch the world just to see you burn —that glint in their eyes is the flint that’ll start the fire.