Dalel Serda is an American renegade who made her way to Cuba over ten years ago to get lost in the backstreets of La Havana, to Norway to feel short among giants, to Turkey to be asked hundreds of times if she is Turkish because of the color of her skin and the thickness of her eyebrows. She’s an MFA candidate at the University of Texas-Pan American.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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