“He sat across from me,
broken. Yes. He sat across from me, just as broken as his bloodied hand. I rose
from the cushioned stools my mother gave me and walked to the freezer for ice.
I pulled the handle on the freezer door, stopped, considered the chilly state
of things …and then preceded back to the marble counter- my man, my shit storm.”
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"She came back from the
freezer door lookin’ all gentle-like.
She looked like the first time I met her – soft and tender like love
oughta look. But I aint fallin’ for that shit again. Oh no, with time I have
learned to call out a snake wrapped in diamon’ ribbons when I see one. Yeah,
she love ta’ slither and be pretty all right. She’ll strike ya’ when ya back
turned. Mmm hmm, that’s a snake alrigh’."
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"I told him that it wasn’t
intentional, that I just found something worth holding onto. My mind was
battling for my attention. On one hand, I wrapped my million dollar- ivy league
words around his head like a python preparing prey. On the other, I wondered
who would pay for the destructive hole in my periwinkle walls. He iced his hand
and I told him about the man I was leaving him for. Yes, that night ... I helped ice his hand and his
heart."
would a heartbreak by any other smell so sweet ?
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