Frances
Frances is a memoir told in brief semi-hallucinatory poetic vignettes. The text takes on the form of traumatic memory; coming out in fragmented, disoriented chunks reminiscent of attempting to take a breath during a panic attack. Frances is an exploration of trauma and grief as characters and of queer love as salve. Frances is a prism of adolescent trauma, a document of self-bisection. In this way, Frances is an anti-memoir. It is an unraveling.