"Amherst Massachusetts is reading the newspaper when she looks out and notices Tucson Arizona's slim body dancing between the trees. She thinks about New York City's cinnamon breath and raw cologne. Amherst Massachusetts wraps her brown thick hair up in a wool hat, her neck in a scarf. She lets the roads take her home, following the leaves as they fall to the silence of the street. She places her hands on her hips and feels the roundness the year has brought them."

- Jaimee Kuperman's "Amherst Massachusetts"