Women can’t drive my car, he said, adjusting his mirrored sunglasses. Because it’s stick? I asked. Because they don’t know how to drive fast, he …
Love Is a Lesion on Your Brain by Courtney Birst
When the headaches started again you offered Ibuprofen and understanding and drawn shades. When a train wreck woke me in the middle of the night, …
Starfish by Courtney Birst
They held it high above their heads, hoisted their prickly trophy up, mouths open in triumph. It was bigger than my hand, bigger than your …