There are things that only people who really love you will tell you. Like, quiet as it’s kept, most of your headspace will be taken up by a seventh-grade field trip, one in mid-May to Water Mania, where all the young ladies will have to wear the same red swimsuit, but only yours will be the one with very pubescent pubic hair seeping out the sides, spirals pushing against the spandex.
Read MoreThe Mandarin in Aunty Li’s new American neighborhood came in a disordered mélange of dialects. Though she’d learned to find comfort in it, she hadn’t heard a quick tongue carry her childhood town’s flavor of northern China in a while.
Read MoreI liked the cover because there was a sexy man on it and I’m easy to manipulate, so I brought it to the register and paid a dollar. In the sun, I opened the book and found an inscription: To Russel, with Love. John.
Read MoreErin says I’m supposed to find us a house that looks like the one we’re already in: a Dutch Colonial with arched doorways, a staircase wider at the bottom than the top, and a too-small kitchen. She wants a fresh start in a familiar place.
Read MoreIn the years I lived in that neighborhood, when I was twenty-seven and later twenty-eight, I visited the goldfish daily.
Read MoreMy father once asked me, “Do you think white people know that fish have bones?” We were standing in the kitchen, watching the fish steam. Our hands were still scallion-y from the prep, but we wanted to see the glass lid turn cloudy.
Read MoreSome rogue cigarette flew into my eye. It was my second time ever in New York City. The ember sizzled. It was July. I screamed. Mia rushed to find a bathroom. We fled South Street Seaport and zigzagged the city’s shimmering expanse.
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shaves his head / goes on T / grows a beard / drops an octave / hardens up / slims down / strips down to his jeans, skinny jeans, to no effect, or none that he can tell, anyway, on the Object of His Admiration.
You might find this hard to believe, but as a kid I could talk to animals. They would seek me out and then ask me to speak on their behalf. It turns out animals have a ton of grievances. The squirrels were always going on about the parks department and their constant tree removal.
Read MoreThe woman on the line is explaining how to call Angels, not like on the phone, but how to manifest one, right where you are, right now. I am trying to remember this woman’s name, because I know her, and pretty well too.
Read MoreYour heart, a simulation within a simulation within a simulation. Your hands unpacking shopping bags as they’re meant to. The tablecloth always plastic, always stained, always waiting. The sigh you breathe before you begin.
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