Sad Janet: A Novel

by Lucie Britsch

And she looked at me like she so often did, like I was shit on her shoe, and said, I work all year for this, Janet. One day you’ll understand.

my mother just made the noise she makes like, You’re so weird, Janet, and you definitely didn’t get it from me.

What do you mean I can’t get a job? I’m an expert on nineteenth-century homoerotic gothic literature.

What happened to us? Nothing, really. Or everything. Men, mostly. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, it hasn’t yet happened to you, but it will.

I can’t even be a version of myself enough for me.