My mother was one of a few Koreans in an area of mostly Latinos, who worked
under the metal roof of an abandoned warehouse converted into a shopping
emporium—car stereos, healing potions, sneakers, gold jewelry, toys.

The Wolfbane bloomed, the autumn moon was bright, and still Dave felt out of place at the furry convention.

If you lay your head against my womb. You will hear a gentle buzzing, a hum so loud & bright.