The following is from Migration Is Not a Metaphor, a series of works and excerpts by immigrant theatremakers that originally appeared in our Summer 2025 issue. To open the original print version in a new full-screen tab, click here. the Tenderloin grew my eyebrows Djibouti taught me all the languages I’d forget The Mission had the best food, burritos & big macs Bayview, Hunter’s Point on Progress Street. A house in Dire My akkoo used to sell injera in the market. Birthed 7 hearts. One survived.
