When the World Tips Over

by Jandy Nelson

Miles can’t come to the phone, to school, to your party, to practice, to existence. He has a terrible case of doorknobs. He has a terrible case of sludge, of dead birds, of what have I done, of keep out. He has a terrible case of fuck off already all of you. He’ll get back to you when he’s found someone to trade heads with. Thanks for being in touch.