She’d been an older mother, almost forty—her pregnancies had been classified as “geriatric”—which was why the children were only twelve and a half months apart, there hadn’t been time to waste.
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Prayer (and other poems)
Also, I am convinced
that hell’s not a place, but a journey,
heaven’s not earned, but spent,
and prayer is just another name for song.
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Origin Story: An Essay
The last time Ab saw her biological half-brother, Jiwon, he was six years old and unwilling to release her leg, which he had wrapped himself around like a baby panda. He sobbed, in Korean, “I don’t want you to go to California,” which sounded like Cali-por-nee-ah.