Their husbands’ rigid fists became hands glib with plant soil, and instead of bruises down their thighs, they saw hickies planted like booby-traps along their collarbones.

There's been a mistake, I said. That's not my father.

I don’t want to talk about God or war. Instead I want to talk about the invention of coats.

She was born in Guatemala. She insists we watch shows set in Los Angeles.

skin, the bright light buzzed
again in my brain: knowledge

I cannot seem to document
my own life