"I imagine El Paso crimson the color of burning sky lit by Lilith’s chucked Molotov cocktail and
rage against the men who descended on you knowing you were alone"

A Prayer for Tracey from El Paso

"Any small town within a half-tank of gas will do. The kind of small town with a local diner advertising the best pies around. The kind of diners whose only name is Café or Diner or Eats."

Sweet and Tangy Coffins

"Wings rise in the air and swoop down on defenseless sailors snatching in talons and climbing. We move as a chord, four notes bound together by distance, and I am the tonal center, the home from which all other notes fly out."

There Exists an Island

"The skin on my aunt’s hand cracks, irritated and red; a scar crosses what used to be her index knuckle; the finger is a missing puzzle piece, long lost to the biohazardous medical waste bin of history."

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