I want to ask you: in those classrooms still new to you, do they sit waiting, their hands folded clean, like rows of faceless daughters? In my dream my nails are trimmed and I hold the pen correctly. There are hundreds of us, all anxious for equations, answers to questions we do not know to […]
Kyoko Uchida
Kyoko Uchida: Snowprints
Gravity, too, grows thick with snow, accumulates inch by inch, but the sensation is of flying. I am moving over white space as it takes itself up, the storm lifting east and fast about my ankles, in my pockets where my hands are tucked with change. I’m running out of milk, out of time in […]
Kyoko Uchida: Driving Lessons
1. Following August across New Mexico borders into rain so fast grinding glass and asphalt, I lose the white markings where the lanes go, numbers on road signs, arrows. I can’t see the other cars or hear them. I’m negotiating windshield wipers, still learning to shift; weaving stupidly through Gallup, missing interchanges, overpasses, merging or […]