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Neither blood nor belonging accounted for my presence in Ghana.
Felicia knew why he was there. He was waiting. Waiting for her.
For all the stories they’d concocted, the real one electrified them.
I needed a paycheck a lot more than I needed to be kissed.
The guards ripped off Mara’s clothes, pinning her head against the wall.
So, Ida, are you a Jew or a nudist? Do you believe in Hanukkah?
The hound, the leash, the fence, the hens. So many of them.
If everyone’s lost on the roads, you might as well fly. Enjoy your life.
Lost land, this is a song for the scars on your back, for your blistered feet.
I recoil from the certitude that religion can give a person; it’s horrific.
I let the baby mouse live because I cannot kill what has ears.
Women should hate it when people whistle at their backs as they walk past.
Some days Barbie Chang wants to hang up her Asian boots.
Barbie Chang asks why the evil one always has black hair.
I could not tell what visions were vanishing in the dying slave.
If a friend’s family is persecuted, call Sinn Fein on that number.
The engineers seemed ripe for mockery, some more than others.
Too bad there is no oil between her legs that 4-year-old Muslim girl.
A boy who makes dinosaurs from blue clay, each one with three hearts.
I saw my mother’s face turn dark like the winter sky before a storm.
“Are all the girls really beautiful? Is it true you make out in the showers?”
Lindy knew what happens in the dark behind shut doors: girls tell stories.
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We'd see them more, but your father and I aren't much for traveling.
The school’s committed to an all-sterile facility by the year 2025.
Tonight these writers lower their eyes and silence their words.
Soon I will walk up those same back steps the police took by force.