“No. It’s not bad at all.” The words rush out of me, outrunning countless Miami echoes and Cuban roots, and everything I packed in my bag for this cold, foreign place. It’s entirely true. I’m wearing his sweater and it’s okay and a new kind of good that I’m starting to wear his city, too.”

“No. It’s not bad at all.” The words rush out of me, outrunning countless Miami echoes and Cuban roots, and everything I packed in my bag for this cold, foreign place. It’s entirely true. I’m wearing his sweater and it’s okay and a new kind of good that I’m starting to wear his city, too.”

— Laura Taylor Namey