love
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I Thought You Were Different
I don’t tell him that just because I happen to be black and he happens to be dating me means that there’s no chance that he could be a racist. I am not a pass.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Typhoon is a Hurricane
She tried her best to be clinical, but his dreaming scared her, made her think of ghosts and aswang stealing pieces of her—little bit by little bit.
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This Is What I Get for Wanting
When I cried over the phone, asking him if he was dumping me, he said in his gentle voice, “Sweetheart, we weren’t really a thing yet.”
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Mixed Feelings: Am I Too Fat For Love?
We don’t like to think that love traffics in the same biases that shape our culture—but of course it does.
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I Dated Bad Men Till a Bad Man Became President
Their dishonesty and danger was easier to look past then. The world had not yet shifted. But then it did, and I woke up.
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On Lingerings
The U-Haul’s gone now. It made me sad earlier to look up and find its door locked. Maybe because I know how much ends when everything’s loaded.
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Becoming Bodies
[W]e wanted something different from each other’s bodies than what was actually there, which might be why our bodies sometimes came together.
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How to Keep Score
I’m still working on this balance, and given that I only have about eighty or ninety years tops to get it right, I doubt I ever will.
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Thick and Thin
Today is not the day I can eat like a normal person and not tomorrow either. But maybe the day after that or the next one after.
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It’s Fine, It’s Good, It’s Beautiful
And the trees—each positioned in corner windows in the front of the house—they will be the talk of the neighborhood. This is how a house becomes a home.
