On the conveyor belts that churn behind the scenes of the dining centers, uneaten bites of meatloaf, half a cup of pink lemonade, and a
I recall learning English in the dark. Ms. Backenstoe had turned off all the lights, and she was pointing a flashlight at the block letters
The room I am borne into is one of fairytales and frost-covered clouds, and the sky points to something that isn’t there. Sleep arrives like
Dear Reader, If we’re talking about destination, let’s start first with origin. I’m writing this letter from the same seat in the MAB Lab that
—After Hieronymus Bosch I. I came to this party early, and I would like to leave it. I’m corralled in the kitchen, where the drinks
Had it not been for the failures of last year, and the ten stupid years before that, and all the horrible catastrophes since my ridiculous
It was the summer I stopped eating cheese. All dairy, in fact. And eggs. Beef, pork, chicken, the entirety of it. The starving spring had
The roof hangs over our heads like a large, strange tooth, rendering us tiny sardines, flipping about nervously, in the open mouth of Dulles Airport’s
Dear Reader, I did not know how to speak when I came to this country. Wide-eyed and Cyrillic-sympathetic, I learned English at age five. My
late in new hampshire, leah teaches me to swim. “my house is your home—” the light pouring in, the window and its sunbeams: humble, open
—After “Do You Speak Virgin” by Analicio Sotelo This afternoon is some hell: The sun, a proud prick, wears high-tops and catches in
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