Asian Boyz Crips in a Civic

by Cindy Tran

Cindy Tran

They pushed me out of the car and said, shoot
her. “Hold up she’s like eight, she’s got nuthin.”
Get that necklace get that necklace go go!
I put my glock to her head and snapped off
the chain. A hair pin with a row of white flowers
clinked onto the asphalt. Pulled my gun away—
her bowl-cut bangs brushed across the barrel—
Kicker pulled me in and we drove away.
I looked down at my hand, and saw her god-
damn hello kitty necklace staring at me.

Last updated August 19, 2022