“Roommates” by Hedgie Choi
There was only a wrist-sized space between the beds, and if Ovrid reached, he could touch Devrom’s shoulder. . .
Read MoreThere was only a wrist-sized space between the beds, and if Ovrid reached, he could touch Devrom’s shoulder. . .
Read MoreWe like to think the Maestro believes in something—we like to believe everybody believes in something. Perhaps he sees his temple in the Kaka‘ako construction sites at dusk, its chorus as the interminable traffic down Ala Moana Boulevard and Nimitz Highway. . .
Read MoreYou couldn’t look like a black Harvey Fierstein in drag, live to be in your sixties, and not have learned a thing or two about surviving. . .
Read MoreThese foreign Creepy-Crawlies colonized his mind. They rubbed and kissed and caressed him. They whispered notions into his root hairs and his stomata. “Don’t be ashamed,” they seemed to say. “There is no shame in being a tree.”
Read MoreHis coach had asked José to stay and help him train new riders. But working around the animals, inhaling their earthy, rank salty smells, hearing them snort and bellow, and not being able to mount and dominate them became excruciatingly painful to contemplate for him, much more so than any aching in his knee. . .
Read MoreI’m the first to emerge from the pink ice, though it was supposed to happen at the same time . . .
Read MoreThe children, not knowing there was anything wrong with snow in July, got out their galoshes. On their sleds they screamed down Murder Hill, as they called it . . .
Read MoreHer name was Casey Krupke and she was a 24-year-old waitress at Roy’s. The air conditioning at her house in Canoga Park had gone out . . .
Read MoreShe forgets how to swallow . . .
Read MoreAndy had the top bunk, and I was below, liquor-dazed, letting her sister teach me how to touch . . .
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