Island time
Julie Lee
a pepper taught me to move through pain that's a true story. how do pups have friendlier smiles than their people? in new york, dogs will still look at you in the face and gesture in greeting how quickly we lose the habit returning from the island I wonder too often what it's like to have an island in my bones rich spices, a confused class chaos religions bumping into each other like frazzled commuters I wonder what it means for both of us to have blood from similar lands and yet raised in soil so different than our telomeres know a masala of emotions, he once told me I don't know how better to put it.