She Smelled Like Herself, Like The Wind

The Anti-immigrant Logic Has Basically Saturated Our World. I'm Staying, And I'm Fighting.

I'm Just This Dominican Kid From New Jersey.

You Need To Learn How To Walk The World, He Told Me. There's A Lot Out There.

Then You Look At Her And Smile A Smile Your Dissembling Face Will Remember Until The Day You Die. Baby, You Say, Baby, This Is Part Of My Novel. This Is How You Lose Her.

I Was Part Of That Group Of Kids Growing Up In The '80s Under The Reagan Regime, What I Used To Call 'living In The Shadow Of Dr. Manhattan,' Where We Would Have Dreams All The Time That New York City Was Being Destroyed, And That That Wall Of Light And Destruction Was Rolling Out And Would Just Devour Our Neighborhood.