The Inexplicable Logic of My Life

by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

But you just have to learn to walk away from wild people who like to growl.

“But you know we’re always going to have to rely on the

goodwill of those of you who are straight for our survival. And that’s the damned truth.”

I guess there were some women who just knew how to make tortillas, who liked making them, who fed people with their art.

I knew why people were afraid of the future. Because the future wasn’t going to look like the past.

I was starting to believe that the human heart had an inexplicable logic.

“He’s not like a project. He’s our friend. We love Fito.”

I think my mom always defined herself in terms of the men around her.

I wondered if that’s what death sounded like. Like a snowflake falling on the ground.