Jackal

by Erin E. Adams

So often we aren’t ourselves, but what others make us to be. I need to remember to ask people: What do you see when you see me?

If you ever acquire a partner, be sure they love you more than you love them.

All we have is the present. In grief I exist moment to moment. It doesn’t mean grief doesn’t visit my dreams or wrap around my body in the middle of the day. It does.

I’ve been numb for enough of my life.

Everyone in this town—this country—is so afraid of the other, whoever the “other” is today. If there’s one thing fear can do, it’s make a beast out of a shadow. It turns us all into monsters.