If you play, decide three things: the rules, stakes, and quitting time.
All that existed was Louisa’s beauty—or Khin’s refashioning of it.
Men can’t sense like that. Or won’t. Even a father don’t dare get that close.
I watched to see how the others lived, not knowing I was the Other.
My wife had time to form a thought: I have killed my daughter.
I make peas and argue with a wall. Something gets stuck like that.
The graffiti suggests the most essential story of New Haven.
I’ll leave a trail of crumbs as I descend into god knows where.
Logic is such an elegant weapon; and religion, such an easy target.
“I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.”
It was enough to make the most hardened veteran drop his guard.
The fog’s sheen is a mirror: my mother sees the terrain of the future—
The fish’s eye is mangled, tugged inward; blood leaks from its gills.
The men here don’t know where to place me, call me exotic grail.
For a moment I had the delicious feeling of fitting in without even trying.
If it were fiction, calling the place Newtown would be too much.
Rise the Euphrates, my first novel, grew out of a feverish dream.
I was always being left behind in the mud, a bandage around my eyes.
Throwing the El Camino into drive, he roared down the mountain road.
Like a bird with a broken wing I will smudge the line of the hopscotch.
You have to be three times better than the white kids, at everything.
The sex in these fantasies was always a product of love.
I read cookbooks the way I do poetry, with a willingness to be transported.
We have mysterious inclinations. No one can explain it to us.
He felt desperate for the rains, mosquitoes be damned.
In school, he was called gook, chink, and one boy called him ching-chong.
You might say I acted on instinct. All I wanted was to stop the screaming.
It was half the Spanish he knew—stop, I have a shotgun.
I grip the handlebar and pin my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable crash.