They showed pills down my throat.
It didn’t hurt, no. It was pretty comforting, actually. The humiliation of being wrong, that extraordinary feeling of having done something good again. Am I good? Father, mother, respond. Please. Is it okay I want to kiss a man? Is it okay I’m not a man, nor a woman? Is the color of my skin okay? Am I alright? Is my brain alright? Does the buzzing in it mean something, or is it just residue of the radioactive fever?