Los Angeles, USA
Because I am writing up student reports and grading homework, it is close to midnight when I go downstairs to wash the pan, sticky with garlic powder and a palm-sized remnant of my giant salmon filet. I see my brother has eaten dinner. I took two mouthfuls of fish earlier, in between performing on Instagram and teaching an online lesson. Admitting that teaching sometimes feels overwhelming makes me feel ungrateful, because I can afford to work from home, so I don’t. Tonight we solved a murder mystery. Tomorrow we will say goodbye to Liesel Meminger, and Death. Oil and water spool down the drain. How do I teach things like similes and argumentative essays and how to use a comma in moments like these? Most days I feel like a fraud – I teach writing, and yet do so little of my own nowadays, startled by urgency into absolutely nothing at all. I compile lists. Emergency libraries, cute productivity apps, articles. I send my students lists. Virtual museums, penguin livestreams, cartoon videos. I don’t know why I am afraid they will lose their voices. They seem alright, riding tricycles in cul-de-sacs, flying rainbow kites against a glum sky. I read articles and memes about working at home while you have kids around. I miss them. I want nothing but the best for them. I blow out my twin flames and clamber into bed, counting the number of breaths it will take to uncurl the comma of my body. Tiffany Wu (@green.teaffany) is an L.A. based writer and harpist. She enjoys late night jam sessions, handwritten letters, and an exorbitant amount of tea.
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