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i have my cats. i have my dad's netflix login. i have knee surgery this thursday. but what i don't have is any idea where to sleep now that I’ve lost everyone i considered to be my home. i'm sorry for centering myself here but i'm pretty sure we're all used to me doing that. i'm pretty sure we're all used to me falling & flailing, trying to catch some sleep in the hopes that the morning will bring with it some renewed sense of purpose to help cover up everything i've lost.
Rachel Tanner (she/her) is a queer, disabled Alabamian writer whose work has recently appeared in The Amethyst Review, The Weekly Degree, Crepe and Penn, and elsewhere. She tweets @rickit.