I'm Part Of The People Who Are

I'm An Immigrant And I Will Stay An Immigrant Forever.

Ana Iris Once Asked Me If I Loved Him And I Told Her About The Lights In My Old Home In The Capital, How They Flickered And You Never Knew If They Would Go Out Or Not. You Put Down Your Things And You Waited And Couldn't Do Anything Really Until The Lights Decided. This, I Told Her, Is How I Feel.

Our Relationship Wasn't The Sun, The Moon, The Stars, But It Wasn't Bullshit, Either.

I'm Not Writing Fairy Tales Or Object Lessons.

To Produce That Identity Among Young People Required Guinea Pigs.