I try to keep my eyes closed—to sink into my own body—but I can’t help looking at all the other bodies moving around me. The shapes and outlines bending, buckling, on the verge of bursting. My feet are bare, the floor is firm. Sweat drips from every inch of me—from every inch of us all…
Read MoreDarkness is a quiet character, a black consuming presence of silent noise, sharpening our senses for the dullest of motions, the trickle of action. But lightness? Lightness is a variable; love reacts, and life results…
Read MoreWhen I hear someone talk about “the silver linings of cancer,” I am so immediately turned off by the framing that it’s made me wonder if I’m just disinterested…
Read MoreI was born with blood in the rice
I walked up the rice terraces one thousand times
I fed one million people with my thighs
It took me a week and a lifetime and an infinity to pick up the phone.
I told my therapist about the offer to join their family.
That they’d be willing to move to make it work.
“I think if they’re considering moving to include you,” he said, “you’re already part of the family.”
The message was clear.
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