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Genie in Pieces

Father is the name for what guards the front door. The world outside is full of noise. A truck, a lawnmower, a dog, and then another.

Avenue

The doctor delivers the diagnosis. He tells Gulisa, ‘It could be worse.’

Of Humankind

On a dirt street, in a one-room shack with a rain-tempered roof, lived a woman who sold sex to the workers of her district, and she did this because of all the ways one made money in the hard-mouthed world, this was the easiest for her.

Homecoming

We were always trying to get her attention. ‘Your mother is busy,’ said our father. ‘She is an important woman.’