The letter came at a time in Lea’s life when she felt particularly disconnected from things.
She could barely make him out. He—she was certain the figure was a he—was a fleck, a disturbance on the horizon, and—this was another certainty—he was coming her way.
That voice. Gravelly, loud, insistent. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” yelled over and over outside Mila’s building, six-thirty sharp, mornings and evenings.
The first time I saw the Daijli, he’d come into Uncle Lou’s shop looking for something hermosa to hold his vino de guava.
In the center of town was a square, and in the center of the square was a huge green lawn, and in the center of the lawn was a booth.
The women in the Hearthstone Mall bathroom are not unlike horses at the gate, competing in a race they don’t understand, didn’t sign up for, won’t admit exists.
"They measure horses in hands. We measure ourselves in feet.” The Actor told me that the first time we met...
They woke in the night, in their childhood homes, with a strange, mawkish hunger, a sprain in the chest, a clench of the gut, a small, dull-toothed animal stirring.
Sometimes, I’ll put down the window as I drive to the shops and force as much wind into me as I can, until it burns my nose and puffs out my cheeks like I have a mouthful of marbles.
Jillian and I are sitting on the hard-packed earth in front of a large fire, the flames illuminating the faces of the others in the circle.