Reading Kerrin McCadden

  BECCA   She says, It’s my birthday I’m going tomorrow. What’s your favorite font? What should I have him write? Serifs, I say, I like serifs. I like old typewriters—the keys little platters. I don’t answer the question about what to write. The vellum of her back. I am not her mother, who later… Read More Reading Kerrin McCadden