“Biracial, I think.”
Luciana glanced up into the mirror to see who had said it, but it was impossible to tell; the chatter of thirty-one, day-tripping blue hairs and silver tops muddled any trace of its origin.
You keep the secret
of what you look like
when no one’s watching.
Only once in my life, I saw an evil eye;
up too late, I admit, and this happened
in another country, where unknown scents