(2025) Glazed ceramic head, cushion, paper, transport crate

About

“When I was seven, everything changed.
I couldn’t read something every classmate seemed to do without any effort.
Because of it, I lost friends.
I had one friend left, outside of school.
She had two sisters.
One summer in Italy, we sat in our treehouse, comparing each other's faces.
Mine was wider, covered in birthmarks.
The youngest sister had a small scar on her right cheek.
All three sisters had larger foreheads compared to mine.
The oldest sister said it was because their brains were bigger.
The other two nodded. Every night they read. I watched.”