Tag: violence
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Fire Ants
In those first months living in El Salvador, had I walked down a village street and seen young men leaning against gaping doorframes, their eyes steady upon me, I would have read the wrong story. Then, I could barely speak, let alone interpret what signs I might have seen: a flash of black ink on…
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Coatepeque Nightswimming
When I’m out of words, out of context (as I was so often in Salvador), my memory turns visceral: I remember the oozing feel of warm bottom sludge. I remember the way my body glowed an eerie white in the moonlight, the stark contrast of my skin against greased black water, a shard of bone…