i write things you’d probably rather ignore…oh, god now I sound like some self depreciating “too-cool-for-school” narcissist…aka an unpublished writer.
It’s the wide eyed forwardness of it all. She’s high. But Josephine knows no better, white women possessing an entitlement of innocence for which even her black ass subscribes to. Between me and you…you and I, it’s the black beauties that have her sparking like a…
It was exhaustion irrigating the soft curls proliferating the top of his chest with cold tears. I lay atop of him, naked from the waist down, hearing his heartbeat as the nimbostratus clouds of Need finally broke. The boom and flick of his devising, second-guessing…
I told her I loved her then proceeded to deflower her brother the following afternoon as if it were complementary. It was the Saturday after her twenty-second birthday and she was still transitioning from her parents to one of those “hip/we’re adults too broke to…
He sneaks it-cyanide style. The smell of bitter almonds mixing with the sweet tinge of soiled panties and professional wear.
“I don’t think I could ever see myself being with someone like you.”
She lobs it at me-grenade style.
“You’re such a fucking asshole. You’re my asshole, but you’re an asshole.”
I couldn’t comprehend the need for redundancy. Maybe because my gaze hasn’t left her breasts yet as the…