Late autumn comes on like a cold dead watch, the trees slowly strip out of their bright colors. I’m in my old room in Dad’s apartment. I’ve been in college only two years but feel already like a wholly different bitch. I wear dark unblended eyeshadow and change my pronouns whenever anyone asks. I sleep on the couch in what is now his “office,” which he basically just uses for storage since he retired, or was fired, or whatever, from his teaching position.
