What It Means When a Man Falls from the Sky

by Lesley Nneka Arimah

“Enough” was the time my mother, looking to treat a headache, found the Ecstasy I’d thought cleverly hidden in an Excedrin bottle, and I came home to her making carpet angels.

Dickson sat in that sprawled way of his, unself-conscious, completely believing in his right to take up space.

Girls with fire in their bellies will be forced to drink from a well of correction till the flames die out.