Deep Cuts

by Holly Brickley

I personally like to pretend the phrase “deep cut” has a totally different meaning, one that has nothing to do with anyone else’s opinion. How deep does it cut? How close to the bone? How long do you feel it?

They were soulful and comfortable and had all the amenities that actually make people happy, like porches and window seats, and none of the things we believed to make us happy, like open-floor plans and living rooms optimized for Super Bowl viewing. They were built for reading and close conversation.

Forgive myself? That crazy bitch?

“It’s just a boy,” she said tenderly. “It’s just a pop song. Now get some rest.”