March 2, 2020 | Fiction
The Seminar
Jacob Guajardo
She had us trade cardigans. She said it was an exercise in empathy.
She had us trade cardigans. She said it was an exercise in empathy.
Two queens walk out of a bar and light a cigarette, me and Lucy Littlefist. Lucy says this. She says, “In a relationship,” she traces quotation marks in the air around the word, “one of you always loves the other more.” And she’s right. She secures her wig with another bobby pin, pulls at her sequined dress.