Leslie Feinberg

Her touch felt so good that tears welled up in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks.

For the moment her arms protected me from my own life.

“I feel like a ghost, Edna. Like I’ve been buried alive. As far as the world’s concerned, I was born the day I began to pass. I have no past, no loved ones, no memories, no me. No one really sees me or speaks to me or touches me.”