Mackenzie Jones
23. Hermit crab mom. Tremor Queen.
FRANK: 2012
Frank was understanding. Frank knew I shook and that was okay.
“Keep drawing.”
He pushed me farther and harder than anyone.
I kept drawing, struggling with his nose and eyes. But damn did it feel good. Scribbles for hair, dots for a stubble beard coming in, and a sadder half of a face than the other.
“Let me see!”
I showed him and he smiled.
“Beautiful.”
Frank was a figure in my head at 2 am. And that’s okay, because damn was I happy with the result.
Your insides will push you to do what you love.
