Selected Prose and Poetry

I’d like to situate the conventional mistrust of fake women: food and love. Growing up as a girl, I was often willing to starve in both contexts.

Among the three of us, we always lived in the north part of the city. By that time, no one will want to live here anymore. But I wasn’t sure.

I am always suspected of a sickness, she says. All I want is to trust a man with plain, unshaken faith. I couldn’t speak for days once.

During crisis, many things become uncertain. In those early days of the Covid-19 pandemic especially, she said, “Everything became immaterial.”