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THEY BROUGHT THE big man in on a winter night when the moon looked as hazy as the heart of an ice cube.
The clouded pupil swam left then right, as alien as a single-cell organism caught under the objective lens of a microscope.
He’d already gone into shock, which is the human body’s last line of defense. Your body loves you too much to let you really feel trauma like that.
She yearned to be seen but felt awkward each time it happened.
The whole game is fixed. Top to bottom. Left to Right. The Black President is just like the White President. ‘Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.’
WELL, FUCK. The black guy did die first after all.
To compare a woman’s butt with anything man-made is to denigrate the first and elevate the second.
“Men always want to die for something. For someone. I can see the appeal. You do it once and it’s done. No more worrying, not knowing, about tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. I know you all think it sounds brave, but I’ll tell you something even braver. To struggle and fight for the ones you love today. And then do it all over again the next day. Every day. For your whole life. It’s not as romantic, I admit. But it takes a lot of courage to live for someone, too.”
