Tag Archives: Sophie Zhu

Crises

Supposedly, there is a multitude of things I should be ashamed of. My mother keeps all those things unspeakable under the bedsheets, like she does with the rest of my flaws, except the slippages shed their casings. So each night, … Continue reading

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Contradictions

Mama sprinkles a ring of cumin around our feet, tells us it’s what defends us from the unswerving manhood. Papa knows that when the street boys eat up what’s left of my gills, it’s not about the product, but it’s … Continue reading

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