“Uoooooh!” I said.
“What?” Ming asked.
“I’m invited to this holiday party over zoom, for fat girls. I’m not a girl, but I am fat. I’m a ‘fat girl,’ in a sense.”
Ming was writing something down, sitting in the half-dark with me. “Hahahaha! I just put that in quotes. Look at me. I’m a ‘fat girl.'” I did the quotes in the air.
“And there was a question, what’s your favorite holiday song. And someone said a Sufjan Stevens song. That’s why I made that sound.”
I am so moody, I’m resenting my own self. How could my mind be so much work? I want to jump out the window of my eyes.
Yesterday I knew the late afternoon light was special. So I pretended I was a moose, and Ming took my picture.