My lips on the right side have an open spacelike a squiggly line drawn by my four-year-old self.“Close your mouth,” my mama said, “Your upper lip will curl.”My lifelong struggle to keep my mouth shut, stretching the upper lipover my horse front teeth, like a t-shirt that rides up. All those words, all those words not spoken back.Only the slow seep of air through the crack … Continue reading Looking in the Mirror by Margaret Wagner