LARGER HALF Sarah Terrazano Brandeis University
In ninth grade I made a list of oxymorons. Plastic glasses. Open secret. I reveled in the duality, like holding dark chocolate on my tongue to let the bitterness linger. When I came out, this is where I found myself— not seeing a choice in the not-choosing. Bi as in two, as in one whole that makes my girlfriend insecure. She asks what I first like about her, but I know the unspoken sticks like peach skin in her teeth— did you leave him for what’s between my legs? Original copy. Liquid gas. Larger half.