She was up and down—from fire and brimstone to smoke and ashes.
No headboards were broken.
I am concussed," I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.
I don't think you're dying," I said. "I think you've just got a touch of cancer. He smiled. Gallows humor.
I hope we get pulled over, he says. I'd like to see how the cop responds to a black man wearing a Confederate T-shirt over a black dress.
It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.