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He removed himself with his hands, an effort not unnoticed.
People threw shells, congotronic drumming looped
from. . .
who looks like my father or
his father or an ex or neighbor or
someone I’ve never met at all—
We’re facing an. . .
The narrator was shot by the sniper he was describing
and I quickly picked up his pen.
A new short story by Carmen Petaccio.
What should accountability look like, post-Capitol siege?
Who were the “comfort women”? Who is the “Asian woman” today?