My Last Innocent Year

by Daisy Alpert Florin

Then all night you rummaged my flesh for some body else.

‘The world will not fall apart if you tell the truth.’”

you can always start over in knitting, something you can never do in life. There is no such thing as a clean slate. We take our decisions with us, no matter how much we wish we could leave them behind.

We were girls in the bodies of women. We bought condoms with our father’s credit cards, drank sloe gin fizzes, and slept with stuffed animals on our beds. We didn’t know how to fold a fitted sheet.’”