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  • The man on the third floor

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    I think I fell in love with a man who’s mother learned Armenian for his father when she met him at twenty: a man who first piqued my interest because of the fact that he spoke Arabic, French, Armenian, Spanish and English— one more language than me! It’d be a disservice to my (nonexistent) children…

  • Dear G

    June 16, 2024 The first time I went to visit G, I sat next to a puddle that had iced over the foot of his grave. It was December, my first day back from Spain, and it had been a whole week since he was buried. I read aloud the letter I wrote to him…