Manila, Arizona
Kai spots the sign first: “Manila Wash.” I pull our U-Haul onto the shoulder of I-40, a welcome break from Kai’s assurances that I too will love Santa Fe. I step outside to find not…
Bellingham Review Contributor
Matthew Torralba Andrews is a queer writer of mixed Filipino descent. His fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Apogee Journal, South Carolina Review, BULL, Cosmonauts Avenue, and elsewhere. He has received support from the Tin House Writers Workshop and the Community of Writers Fiction Workshop. He holds an MFA in creative writing from Eastern Washington University and lives in Flagstaff, Arizona, where he is at work on a story collection.
Kai spots the sign first: “Manila Wash.” I pull our U-Haul onto the shoulder of I-40, a welcome break from Kai’s assurances that I too will love Santa Fe. I step outside to find not…
after Ocean Vuong I remember your car lighter. I remember your car lighter’s orange tip igniting the cigarette at your lips. I remember your breath thickening the cabin air. Back then you smoked every drive…