One night, I text my boyfriend, Next time we have sex, I want you to hit me and tell me I’m worthless. He doesn’t respond to it. In the morning, I drink black coffee and don’t eat. He texts me between...

Dear Editor, When I was a freshman in high school, my English teacher pulled me aside before we began our Shakespeare unit and told me, “We won’t be talking about it in class, but I thought you would ...

cw: abuse Grandmother always has a crochet hook in her hand. Yellow yarn in a loop, memory beaten into muscle. The day I am born, in photos taken on cheap disposables at the hospital, blue yarn knotte...