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Self-Portrait
I don’t want to go to the neurologist, but my family insists something is wrong because I am rhyming words and predicting the weather.
Before the I-5, My Father Was Mexican
While attending a conference in San Diego, I am cooped up in a hotel that is coincidentally on the same street as my paternal family’s first home in America.
Lunar Logic
There is a prequel and a sequel, then the cataclysm returns to its chrysalis, an odorless and colorless but very viscous liquid. It's been nanoseconds since my last deathbed confession.