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Where do we come from?

We come from conflict, upheaval.

When I first came to America with my husband and my seven-month-old daughter, I felt intensely lonely.

The solitary coyote sits still in the field as a pinking-warm sun rises over another day on the prairies. Here we have it, he seems to say. What I want to say back: we really need to stop meeting like this.

I watch Jennifer’s Body at Holly-

wood Forever Cemetery, where I

do a key bump in the porta-potty,

and a cosplay goth girl reads my Tarot.

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