Missing You

By Giovanna Veiga

“I miss you too,” I say to an empty room. But if I reach, out I can feel the scruff lining his jaw, the dip in his chin, the crease at the tip of his nose, all my favorite parts of him.

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6:47 AM

By Kate Brennan

In six hours, this same sun will wash over balconies and iron tables for coffee cups, ashtrays, and croissant flakes to bake in its warmth.

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“Kamsahamnida” and the Moo Moo Lady

By Shiharu Yamashita

We’ve had this conversation before—about Halsey Middle School, about how I’m not Korean—but really I wonder if she has any relatives and is lonely.

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