Play Nice

by Rachel Harrison

For the crazy girls. This one is for us.

I’d rather you girls open your legs before you ever open your hearts, she said once, half a bottle deep. I was too young to understand then.

There’s still glitter on my hands. There will always be glitter on my hands. Glitter is permanent.

I wonder if love can be ugly. If it can do the wrong thing. Bad things. I wonder if it can ever really die.

His mother was diagnosed with MS when he was a sophomore in college.

“Some lessons can only be taught by regret.”