Sublime

Over a decade ago, I sat silently in an MFA workshop while mostly white writers discussed my race. I had decided not to name the race of any character, Asian American or otherwise—but the workshop demanded that the story inform “the reader” if my characters were like me, people of color.

nisei

a semidiasporic postcolonial indeterminate like me

he was yet another white “authority” who gaslit my reality.

him

To make myself, and by proxy other Asian Americans, more human and a little more relevant to American culture.