Sue Song lives and works in New York City. She received her MFA from New York University. Everyday she is grateful to be in love.
I. My father tears the body, lines his fingers along the fish’s cracked back fin and pulls against the head– its eyes opaque from the fry. He removes the tender middle, layered in tiers like feathers holds the meat, still wet, and asks Marie’s mother to open her mouth. II. At Sunday school, a helper-mother […]