When people ask where I’m from, where I’m really from, I ready my permutations. My mélange of autumnal streets, my obscure cities, the countries I found built on a mound of papers and tears, the pebble-sized universe occupying my left shoe—I want to tell them everything. I want to see how far we can go. …
Ae Hee Lee
She looks at your papers. …
I needed money. There’s no poetic way to say this. …
I don’t deny it. I’ve taken the dagger …