I draw your location on my thighs. It takes up both legs; it’s far. I think about showing you but something comes up. The phone rings. I tell her I don’t want to donate to the PBA.

We studied the map on the wall, its feathered and uncertain streets labeled in igpay atinlay since there were no books to help you understand Rangoon transit systems circa your third grade project called "Peace Around the World."I asked lispingly how blue…