Memorial

by Bryan Washington

Everybody everywhere, I think, is always talking about the same shitty thing. rachel khong

She says, I realize that this must be strange for you, too. No, I say, it’s fine. So you’re a liar, says Mitsuko. I’m being honest. Really. I’m fluent in fine, says Mitsuko. Fine means fucked.

It’s hard to head home without succumbing to nostalgia, standing where so many versions of yourself once stood, one of a suburb’s magical properties.

Nobody ever knows if it’ll work, said Ximena. That’s why you do this shit. To find out.