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Une es mexicane aunque el agua no sepa a Chak-Mol ni sepa une de serpientes emplumadas. Une puede ser mexicane incluso cerrando los ojos, pero si une los abre la gracia del nopal se hace a flote e indiscutiblemente todes somos mexicanes.
Category: Fiction
Por Inbox / Corona de Cristo
El dolor no cabía en mi corazón y las interrogantes no cabían en mi mente, llegó un momento en que mi cuerpo no soportó más y, literalmente, se hinchó: así conocí la preeclampsia.
The Many Deaths of Francisco González (or Frankie Is Alive and Well and Living in Manhattan, Kansas)
There is a rhythm to the chaos of the freeway. So much automation at once – gears shifting, the wearing of tires on concrete, the sound of various sized automobiles – semis, compacts, motorcycles – all racing along an east/west axis that slightly dips north and south at various points, curving to follow a path carved into the earth long before the concept of a freeway.
Nuyoricans Go Home
Evie realized the shape was a pig, smaller than the ones they’d seen. Its tiny front hooves were tied. They could see its eyes still open and its mouth curled open to show its small bloody teeth. A stream of blood trickled from a hole in its neck. Without taking the cigarette from his mouth, the man cut open the pig’s belly.