Contributions by Gabrielle Soria
Mestiza
My Lola says two cups water for every one and a half cup rice and I measure. I measure carefully—I tap the plastic black measuring cup hard against the Formica and watch the rice seize and settle, seize and settle, until it lies flat, beaten. Then I dump it. I…
The Night My Brother Fled The Country
I.
I watch you pressing your shirts as the silence
bears down on my shoulders. The water
in the iron jostles, rumbles like an empty stomach.
Earlier you asked me what you should bring.
What should you bring when you run from the law?