The guy who can’t speak English.

It’s silly when foreigners come to me looking to come, and though linguistics is our limitation, for one guy, it was our excitation—we kissed after some awkward banter, then he threw up a little in my mouth. I drew back, bubbled it on my lips like a baby bird spewing back up to mama, and I took it down, swallowing it like a swallow, or some international bird.