High White Days

Joaquin and I are driving back from a trip to the bakery. We’ve been discussing neighborhood politics. He tells me, “It was good you spoke to___.” Me, “So are ya’ll on good terms now?” He nods, “Yup. Thank you. He is being nice and we’ve figured out that we both don’t like getting into trouble. […]

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Cake

Zaviera and I sit side by side, our nails drying beneath thin, fluorescent lights. We’ve been listening to a gossiping group of older women a row over from us, their pale hands outstretched, thin-skinned, heavy-veined. I smile at this spectrum of glossy scarlet to violent pink. I think about the strength of these survivors as […]

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