At first your screen name makes me sad.
I didn’t know that he was white and I didn’t know that I was brown then.
The only thing they agreed on was that they couldn’t protect us.
Sometimes there is no sense to be made.
They fly us to the other side of the world to ply our trade and think nothing of what we might learn along the way.
Make sure you keep some space around you on the road, sugar. Air will never hurt you.
My uncle wanted to show me off, this talented niece from America, and he asked me to say something, anything, in English.
This is the island of ghost ships, you say, decay can be beautiful.
My upbringing had infused me with a taste for alcohol, and I had long suckled at the teat of dysfunction.
You can’t live with a part of you buried.