MIKAEL AWAKE’s fiction has appeared in Juked, Witness, Callaloo, and other places. He works in Manhattan and lives with his wife in Brooklyn
AssociateBy Mikael Awake
The day was just beginning its slow collision into night when I stepped outside that morning, the sky still a deep blue, the air fresh and powdery-smelling, suggesting babies. I was feeling newborn myself: new thermos, new tie, new manila folders inside a new leather satchel.