Randall stood before his bathroom mirror – gazing at the enormous, glistening dome that was his head. Creams, lotions, infused oils, battery-powered skull caps; he had deployed them all in his ... [+]
I went to Philadelphia to see the house that I grew up in. It's being demolished to make room For one of those fancy grocery stores. There is no longer a park for the kids to play, But the library is still there. I'd go after school and read romance novels And trace the cover of vinyl records. The librarian was old and smelled like Jean Nate. I had my own room in our house, On the top floor of our three-story home. The walls were painted an awful shade of blue— My parents were expecting a boy that never came. They got me instead and I slept upstairs alone, The only daughter of a blu