by Elena Zhang
The funeral in
the train blares
through tinted windows.
My broken feet
sway powerfully to
a stop. Dreaming
stumbles down an
empty street. I
remember my father
drowning. It must have
been hours.
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Elena Zhang is a Chinese American writer and mother living in Chicago. Her work can be found in HAD, The Citron Review, and X-R-A-Y, among other publications. She is a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, and was selected for Best Microfiction 2024 and 2025.
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