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"The movie ends with the head wizard winking and blowing a kiss as she makes the theater pitch black. Droplets from the ceiling landed on my head and exposed skin. I felt hundreds of legs crawling on me. I sat in darkness and applauded. The lights came on and my skin was covered in pink and purple dust. The crawling came from the scorpions let loose as a consolation prize for watching the movie."

Such a varied, dreamy, poetic collection. A couple more stories have featured time travel, and those are some of my favorites.

"Ear to the Ground" goes from childhood innocence to shocking violence, with an interlude of opening pecans and discovering impossible contents. After that comes a series of paragraph-length works that felt like tiny memoirs. From "Enojada": "If somebody asks me where I'm from or corners me to guess my ethnicity, I remember their faces and think about punching their throats when I'm taking a bath to relax."