Mango Sticky Rice, or How I Feel About the Pandemic

You don’t care about this story, but I am writing it anyway. It is unedited, unplanned, whispered itself into words.

We bought mango sticky rice in the street, from a cart, not even a dollar each. We sat outside a McDonald’s and ate it, plastic forks sliding against the wobbling plastic container, sweet coconut covered rice made crunchy, mango slices sliding along our…