Lisa Lim is a storyteller raised on Tiger Balm and grandmother tales. She has an MFA in creative writing at The City College of New York where she was a recipient of The Jerome Lowell DeJur Award. Her finger and toe art illustrations have recently appeared in The Agriculture Reader. She is currently working on a cartoon memoir that will consume about twenty Pilot black razor point pens and two bottles of whiteout. She lives in Brooklyn where you can spot her reading palms under shady sycamores.
Acorns began to fall from the sky and slapped him with the ferocity of bullets in a gang shooting. I told him he could boast of hickies on his neck on his second date. I grew suddenly hot and wanted to masturbate in the woods hysterical naked.