Sometimes, I choose a night that doubts and a rain / that overcomes.
Looking is not enough. You must run this beauty between finger and thumb.
Wei forgot that he’d given up these aspirations, but he knew they were still possible for her.
She remembers the rituals she had imbued with her own significance: how her ex used to bring her a single flower after every exam, and how she’d watch it wilt on her desk as she studied for the next.
What kind of exhibit on revolutionaries would it be without a living Palestinian? The rub of course is there are so few of you.
When she opened her door the lived-in smell burst out like gases from a can: fish sauce and charred meat, mildew and a stronger concentration of the musk he had noticed when he got close enough to her body.
“What’s more difficult? Gay marriage or ghost marriage?”
Looking far away, there was only the sign of the Doraemon Tea Shop. Like a borderless white pocket in a fourth-dimensional world, it could be as small or big as you wanted it to be, emitting endless bright light.
As I looked in the mirror, Master flexed His fingers against my skin, as naturally as a handler would lovingly caress their pet puppy.
When the epiphyllum buds reached peak bloom, petals everywhere began to fall. They began to fall like rain.
You know what I am trying to do for you, Night, she says. I am trying to make life easier.
As I inhaled the sharpness I thought about how much I loved her, and I thought about all the things I would do to prove it.
I should have studied their faces as they said goodbye, the way they smelled, the lines on their hands.
I turned around to check whether the llama was still there. There he was, as fluffy and clueless as before, lashes waving as he sat on a tattered red mat thrown on the aisle.
Not just her former hands, but the whole scaffolding of the skeleton in front of her had become a Jenga tower whose crucial block had been pulled away from the bottom
“Meth was Trainspotting and Dust of Angels. Taiwanese education had worked like a charm, and he had taken a step back from the idea. What else was out there for him to try?”
When they talk, the five sisters, their words strangle each other, pulling and plucking at the threads of truth.
You know what I am trying to do for you, Night, she says. I am trying to make life easier.
Looking is not enough. You must run this beauty between finger and thumb.
As I inhaled the sharpness I thought about how much I loved her, and I thought about all the things I would do to prove it.
Wei forgot that he’d given up these aspirations, but he knew they were still possible for her.
She remembers the rituals she had imbued with her own significance: how her ex used to bring her a single flower after every exam, and how she’d watch it wilt on her desk as she studied for the next.
I should have studied their faces as they said goodbye, the way they smelled, the lines on their hands.
What kind of exhibit on revolutionaries would it be without a living Palestinian? The rub of course is there are so few of you.
I turned around to check whether the llama was still there. There he was, as fluffy and clueless as before, lashes waving as he sat on a tattered red mat thrown on the aisle.
When she opened her door the lived-in smell burst out like gases from a can: fish sauce and charred meat, mildew and a stronger concentration of the musk he had noticed when he got close enough to her body.
“What’s more difficult? Gay marriage or ghost marriage?”
Not just her former hands, but the whole scaffolding of the skeleton in front of her had become a Jenga tower whose crucial block had been pulled away from the bottom
Looking far away, there was only the sign of the Doraemon Tea Shop. Like a borderless white pocket in a fourth-dimensional world, it could be as small or big as you wanted it to be, emitting endless bright light.
“Meth was Trainspotting and Dust of Angels. Taiwanese education had worked like a charm, and he had taken a step back from the idea. What else was out there for him to try?”
As I looked in the mirror, Master flexed His fingers against my skin, as naturally as a handler would lovingly caress their pet puppy.
When they talk, the five sisters, their words strangle each other, pulling and plucking at the threads of truth.
When the epiphyllum buds reached peak bloom, petals everywhere began to fall. They began to fall like rain.
