To All the White Boys I Never Loved

Photo credit: Rachel Claire

When I was young, there was a petting zoo we would go to for school field trips. I’d feed the goats dried pellets that smelled like rotten corn and grass and their tongues would flatten themselves against my hand. Centimeter for centimeter, my hand and their tongue matched in size. Like Cinderella’s shoe. Except the goats weren’t my prince charming.

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Jen Shin

Jen Shin

Experiencing, reflecting and writing through the lens of an Asian American in recovery.