her body and mine
originally published in post- magazine
“i don’t get it,” i yelled into my sister’s ear through throngs of people and ear piercing screams. “me neither,” she said, as the crowd suffocating us sang along to the instrumental theme song from the office, the cue for the shadow of a 17-year-old girl in an oversized sweatsuit to float onstage. jaded and weary, at the end of my second day at the camp flog gnaw carnival in 2018, i was unimpressed by billie eilish’s shtick…
illustration by solveig asplund