Sorry, Bro

by Taleen Voskuni

I’m no art critic, but that feels special.

I was never very good at telling time, never quite learned it to the point of it becoming second nature. In first grade, when we were being taught to read clocks, I remember blowing off the lesson, thinking, Get with the future, people. Analog is out.

Same

a Wiccan bonfire does have my witch-hearted little-kid self dancing at the thought.

and this cute woolen beret I never wear because it feels like a lot, but I figured the witches wouldn’t mind my hat (witches being classically into hats)

When denial is so wrapped up with identity, some people, usually extremists, will take any measure to protect their version of their identity.

“That stays in the mind forever. When I saw you kissing her—Erebuni—I thought, They are going to kill my daughter.”