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All her sisters have gone to bed, dreaming dreams not like the wakeful.

At nineteen I lived for three months as an earnest cocaine addict.

I’ve wavered in confidence, but never on whether I was going to write.

The irreversible ink stain breaking the face of whatever we skate on.

I imagined myself magnanimous, but now I see. I have been cruel.

No one in Lagos slouches. Bravado pulsates through the room.

I’m told that even during war, she took the time to put on lipstick.

No matter how hard I played, it was like I was performing inside a vacuum.

There was something that eluded me, that was always outside the frame.

Don’t worry baby, that’s just the way things be sometimes.

Welcome, little citizen. Lend me your presence, and I’ll lend you mine.

Live Dangerously! If you get hurt, the suffering will bring a new being.

We crunch through the snow in the predawn blue-black cold. He tells me about the stars: Vega, Betelgeuse, Arcturus, Rigel.

A woman from the next table eyed him and he eyed her right back.

The baby in her belly is not a sibling, will never be their playmate.

Maybe that’s what she feels, not stranded, but suspended in time.

To keep the baby safe, we sealed the house as if against bad weather.

We’re phosphorus, we’re this glowing rock under UV light in the mineral shed.

I confessed to loving another man, streetlamp sequin on a rain puddle. Later, in sleep, your arms opened to me. Mid-snore compromise.

If you play, decide three things: the rules, stakes, and quitting time.

There are certain defects which well mounted glitter like virtue itself.

He showered, shaved, put on a clean shirt, then lay down to die.

Mentors can suggest to you what more you are capable of.

I returned to research a history we’d only known through stories.

The tall, flashing curtains of glass keep them a breath’s thickness apart.

All that existed was Louisa’s beauty—or Khin’s refashioning of it.

A romp through everyday dramas with Hemingway, Kafka, and more!

If the kind hearts had fat purses, how much better everything would go!

Sometimes you weren’t a good daughter, the mother says.

She wags her index finger so furiously that I’m certain it will snap off.