The Thing About Job Hunting

The thing about job hunting as a young immigrant in a country that despises me is that I don’t know how I could possibly make it up to them. Not that I should. It’s not like they’ve made the playing field anywhere close to level for people like me. Email after email, hundreds of nitpicks…

How strange is it to feel everything and nothing at once

I feel like I should say something, but my tongue is cable tied in the back of my head like it usually is, but today the bonds are drawn so tight, it practically draws blood. Yet I don’t feel a thing. And I feel like I should hear things, but I’m not listening. I mean no…

I See Myself

I see myself in interrogation through a one-way mirror. Eyes blinded, squinting at my figure bathed under the fluorescent lamp while I was shrouded in shadow on the other side. It was desolate, watching her as the inspector sways her down. In the dimness, I see myself in this mirror— like a window. But she only…