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People Like Them
It would never be said that Gloribel wasn’t the first, or the last, to swallow what wasn’t real.
allthe most unpleasant sorts
Take a Photo of Me
Long sleeves in this heat?
My
monthsThat
Negotiations
Thank you for the wonderful service
For a good priceEveryone wants french fries these days. Not plantains.
repairmanhusband
There are no more houses for you to take from us.
think.
We’re the same.
theremando
everyone-wear-lime-green 2022 family reunion
thief
my
the worst sort
realreal indistinguishable-from-real
Show me your pockets!
Lise K. Ragbir is Trinidadian-Canadian, born and raised on the traditional territory Kanien’kehà:ka (Montreal, Canada.) She was Jack Jones Literary Art’s Tiphanie Yanique Fellow, and has participated in Callaloo Journal’s Creative Writing Workshop in Barbados. Her essays about race, immigration, arts and culture, and relationships have been published by Elle, the Guardian, Hyperallergic, Time Magazine, and Psychology Today among others. She makes her home in Austin, Texas.
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