To try to allay his doubt, or figure out of it’s real, [Li] mentally consults his in-progress novel, as if it were a friend. He intuits, in an intuition described by the line you quoted, that his doubt is wrong, is habitual and self-sabotalogical.
If a ghost is the impression you leave after you, then the divot you leave in your old bed is a ghost.
Gratitude is not the response she expected. She smiled through thin lips, missing the hoped-for fight.
Gunderson could hear the vehicle’s noisy carping from eight blocks away, like a herd of wild trashcans rolling down the street.
Oh, absolutely a mistake to have given the wealthy Protein Bar Daddy my number.
Playin’_The_Keys
i love to dance, sing, write, chill, read
and play the keys, but sometimes, life
doesn’t allow me to hang out
and do my thing, which means
i have to divide my time into many
My son is fifteen when he asks the first question I am unable to answer.
When the Santa Anas whipped into town, everyone became a little crazier. They invited the wildfires as if to burn the witches amongst us.
My last suicide attempt was in a park called Jesus Green. I said ‘last’ because I gave up, not because it worked. Writing plays tricks with life and death so you need to make things clear.
I’m Writing from the Other Side of the Universe to Ask You How the Weather Is
This is a soft rain, my father says, his forehead a creased encyclopedia page. It is mao mao yu in Chinese, syllables
Seventeen days since you spoke your last words to me. They repeat themselves in my mind, I never want to forget them.
I am not a pinch, a spoonful, a half a cup of light rivering down into the stomach where, I should know, the heart truly resides.
Consideration of Deferred Action for Chilhood Arrivals
This is when your humanity ends, when a pen hits this paper.
...I'm part of this thing where fish learned to walk...
Tom Selleck, in his best reverse mortgage voice, volunteers to call your parents and break the news that their daughter almost died. Your mom is happy to hear from him since she always liked Magnum P.I.
Big Bob sat beside me and watched women he classified as MILFs walk their kids to the pool with large, clear tubes.
She arrived at my apartment at 3 a.m. with a soft suitcase on her head, a handle positioned over one eye. I could see the netting in her matted blonde wig. Her broken eyeliner and stained lips
