Bat Eater and Other Names for Cora Zeng

by Kylie Lee Baker

She feels certain about a lot of things she can’t explain, the way some people are certain that God exists.

like the city has slit its own wrists and is dying in this empty station.

Her mind spins through a few hundred kinds of deadly mold that she might breathe in, but she prefers any of them to church service, so she follows him in.

God cannot forgive someone whose name he does not know.

“I’m sure these public tables are sterile.”

“That’s some Silent Hill shit. Cora, I think we fucked up.”

Everyone wants Asian girls to look pretty. No one wants them to talk.