That summer day, the day Dougie said “running a train,” the day I left Layla alone at Beulah Beauford’s house, the day I slipped around the memory of what happened with Renata in our bedroom, the day you bought new encyclopedias intended to save my insides from white folk, you and I held on to each other like we were the first people in the world to float over, under, and around all the orange-red stars in the galaxy.
