![]() ![]() ![]() If the anecdote about cockroaches that opens Sour Heart isn’t arresting enough, the one about living without a loo that follows it certainly will be. “Back when my parents and I lived in Bushwick in a building sandwiched between a drug house and another drug house, the only difference being that the dangers in one house were also the users and so more unpredictable, and in the other the dealers were never the users and so more shrewd – back in those days, we lived in a one-bedroom apartment so subpar that we woke up with flattened cockroaches on our bed sheets, sometimes three or four stuck on our elbows, and once I found fourteen of them pressed to my calves, and there was no beauty in shaking then off, though we strove for grace, swinging our arms in the air as if we were ballerinas.”
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