Poetry + Prose
In The Words Way
We’ve met before
Did I tell you about that time I met
Toni Morrison? Yeah, THE Toni Morrison
We met, at this Jazz club where she
went on and on about some girl, with
blue eyes, it was a night I’ll never forget.
she twisted my guts up with the music
she strung from her lips — the saddest
trombone swinging from her hips
— she gathered me that night
— she said Beloved —…