Earrings

Gold, diamond, silver, antique. My grandfather was the biggest critique. He hated my earrings, I loved my earrings. Did he hate them because they blocked my hearing? No, that’s nonsense. He hated them because they were feminine. He hated everything effeminate. So what I did is I got more. I shoved needles through my earlobes. Sometimes thumbtacks, sometimes earrings. My ears would swell, and redden from the piercing. And that’s okay. Because I loved my earrings.