After checking out, I find my girlfriend. I imagine telling her, “If I’m actually a size bigger after all that work, I’ll kill myself.” I think of saying these words like I would say a joke. But I don’t, because we’d both know it isn’t.
I could no longer enter what was once our home—her home now. I looked down the hall of the apartment. There were so many doors, and for a moment, the only one I wanted to enter was the one door that was now shut to me forever.
As with any college campus older than 50 years, Colorado College is said to have some extra residents, particularly, residents from beyond the grave.
I had a beard for the first time at the National Poetry Slam in Oakland.
Theater-grade. It perfectly matched my eyebrows. With a bit of finesse and spirit gum, it looked like it had always been there, right on my face.
Let me tell you, I looked damn fine in it.
But I didn’t look like a man.