Sublime

It’s always startling to come across Cha’s videos in the company of other artists, as if I’m seeing a relative whom I haven’t seen for years in a bright public space. But what are you doing here, I want to ask, where have you been?

“Dao reminds me of my father.” It wasn’t just that he was the same age as our fathers. It was also his trim and discreet appearance that made him familiar. His nondescript appearance was as much for camouflage as it was for comfort, cultivated to project a benign and anonymous professionalism. His appearance said: I am not one to take up space nor

“You know, I don’t think she ever lost her shit around her white friends.” “Yeah, well,” Erin said ruefully, “we were family.”

My heart was skipping in my throat. I knew that anger. How had I managed to find it in Ohio?

a semidiasporic postcolonial indeterminate like me

What a mystery the way things act on us, like secret messages just to you as you sit in the dark.

haole