by Gaia Rajan Natalie Dmay The examiner starts with the easy questions. What is your name? How are you feeling? I answer them dispassionately, smoothing my hair back, and he smiles. When I say Mary he rests his hand on my shoulder. Like the virgin? I play the part. Giggle, toss my hair. He leans back in his chair. It’s true. In kindergarten, I planted cocoa seeds in the dirt with the boys for a year. I am twenty-one years old. I punched a girl in second grade because I liked