“Harbor” by David Z. Morris

Outside acrobatic flips, the appeal of tween girls is pretty much lost on me. Of course they live forever in brightness and polaroid, but there is no drama there, in the whiteness and blondness and unironic tie-dyed t-shirts. Being idealized, and idealizing, it is so unmistakably boring. The house is a ruse. A trap. And then there is her Limber as a ballplayer A ghost … Continue reading “Harbor” by David Z. Morris