I am an open book, I said.
I’ve had countless fingers picking at the edges of my cover, flipping through my pages. Both familiar and new. Some attentive and engaged. Others clumsy and disinterested. Had one too many crease a corner, swearing they were bookmarking the chapter for later, to never return. But I am not a diary. I did not come with a lock and key. So I ask you,
What would you like to know?
brittany given. 