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Race & Ethnicityexpand_moreKeely finally stops crying when they step outside. The shock of cold.
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.
Mina sees, very clearly, Tony Salvatore looking up her gaping shirt.
If they don’t give you a seat at the table, bring a folding chair.
“One of my genetic gifts, and don’t you want to know what the other one is?”
When his father was out cold he tied him up, roping his arms to his sides.
The author reads her story, a finalist in the Winter 2013 Story Contest.
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.
When I see buffaloes run I think of love—how it is held.
The store was one of his last-ditch efforts to make a pile of money.
“Why don’t you call yourself Butterfly?” he said. “A pretty thing like you.”
Some people are so beautiful they belong everywhere that they go.
Nina sang “Tell Me More and More and Then Some” on the Caddy’s radio.
On her tongue was a wick and her body was invented a nation of lice.
“Are all the girls really beautiful? Is it true you make out in the showers?”
Papa’s link to that pond was a matter of blood. And the delicious carp.
“Mom, don’t you think the fucking racism is worse than my profanity?”
“No, actually you are very different from the women I usually date.”
I stepped down painfully on my cracked ankle and nearly fell.
That’s what I want, to feel terrified, excited, and free, all at once.
Bo could live with his contradictions. They were what made him whole.
He drowned under a different name, a fake name chiseled in German.
Ideology, all of us inanimate in the face of the onslaught.
Do the work. Every day. Take a step back and see if you love it.
