*This piece was translated by Siavash Saadlou Then she fell in love. Out of the blue. In the thick of final exams, when the spring and the peals of adolescence become one, making you feel as if you were constantly teetering along the edge of a...
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Blessing for the Lice Check
Miss Rosier, who was childless, had us bow our heads to our fifth-grade desks on the appointed day, as though for prayer. She slowly ran the side of a pencil from the nape of each neck to the top of each head. We tried not to shiver as the pencil...
On the Mississippi River Levee Styrofoam Cup in My Hand
that will disintegrate in 1,000 years I drink my coffee stand in gravel in my church skirt black velvet I wore to my mother’s funeral eleven days ago Take a photo of my own shadow on the railroad tracks to Snapchat to my ...
Kill All the Bats
Fifteenth day under lockdown, twenty-second in self-isolation, and I had already lost most of my muscles. Not that I was a wrestler before that. Not even a fan of that violent sport. Sports like wrestling are based on fake hatred. And fake or...