Forever is the Worst Long Time

by Camille Pagán

“This story ends with loss,” said your mother. “I’m only on the first chapter, but I can tell.”

Uh-oh. First sentence foreshadowing?

The demon in possession of your body immediately vacated at the mention of high-fructose corn syrup.

One of my favorite sentences ever.

Perhaps if he himself had been born at a later time, when expectations for a parent were different, when it was acceptable and even expected that a man was to be tender with his own child, he could have loved me the way I loved you.

Ouch. Right in the feels.