Volume 7 Number 2

If We Were Someone Else

My father would’ve worn faded work-jeans: picking out a different pair every morning from his cycle of Wranglers, each of them bearing the circles of…

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P E C F D

Today, I’m keeping my grandmother company. She’s older; her renewal is on the line. My parents don’t think she should be driving much anymore. She…

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Espuma

I was naked with only one man, Eladio. He liked my coffee, a lo cubano— the way I could turn powdered sugar into smoke. It’s…

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The Enthusiast

Her favorite words were the ones that sounded dirty but were not. Masticate. Cul de sac. Angina. She used them often, delivering them with intense…

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The Beautiful War

The mocking bird outside my window has learned to imitate a car alarm, which in my opinion is the saddest repercussion of “the information age,”…

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Our Minds Were Not Made

Our minds were not made to understand the time it took for reptiles to fly or for gas to form rock to form water. Hair…

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Milk

Washing the udder first, warm water, not too hot, with a squirt of lavender Dawn dish soap, then gently drying with my t-shirt, Mom always…

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Flux

When the milk cow hadn’t spared a drop even for the calving, when its udder shriveled like a rotting pawpaw, Ora carried sweet Lily, white…

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