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Rain is different in New Orleans

It fills up the potholes and stripped-away concrete in the streets and makes an already rough commute sluggish. In the summer, it rains almost every afternoon, as if the city itself hits a breaking point right around 2 p.m. — “all right, it’s just too hot” — and gives up and breaks down in storms.

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A man exiting fumbled with a parcel he was holding and caught it before it fell

He looked up and caught my eye and we both smiled at each other. I made a mental note to check missed connections when I got home.

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I stared at the cityscape unfurling

We passed by an accident and my driver simply shook his head.

The Christmas Worm: An Enquiry

Recently, a tube of stretchy bandage-like fabric made its way into my life.

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I wrote on a napkin, “as the class war intensifies, the X-mas music will get louder”

I was reading about the settler frontier and genocide of indigenous people while the loudspeaker blasted “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas.”