I’m like the kid in Home Alone, except the home is my apartment, & I’m much older, & not alone, & not the one who needs to learn, has to—Remind me what’s in that recipe again, my boyfriend says to my mother, as though they have always, easily talked. As though no one has told him many times, what a nonlinear slapstick meets slasher flick meets psychological pit he is now co-starring in. Remind me, he says to our family.
