December 28, 2017 | Poetry
Under the cruel glow of inquiry, I want to tell her that the party is over.
I still remember the hard plastic carrying case I toted around as a preteen in Southern Germany. Bright purple with an aqua-colored latch and handle, it often made the 45-minute car trip from our first-floor apartment on the Army base where my family was stationed to my mother’s hometown when we visited on the weekends.
I remember seeing Aladdin on Christmas Eve with my friend Kylie when I was seven years old.
- My best friend and I drink cheap vodka in water bottles on Christmas Eve, watching Jesus movies with my parents.