Sweetie
Fishing is what the older girls called it when I started out.
A bandaid on the road to stop the spread,
dogs process through their noses: goose turds, a seagull feather,
a flock of cancer cells flaps past.
In kindergarten, you had a boyfriend, who sat on the bus next to you and held your hand
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The Johnsons had no pretensions that they from were a class down from even my working-class family, which was not saying much where we came from, except that, behind their backs, everybody called them ‘white trash’.
These are not the cats I would have chosen. I apologize every time someone tells me they are beautiful.
That I woke up at all was not my intention. I’d reasoned with myself in a depressed state that I had had enough life lessons and experiences that qualified me to take a short-cut to the great beyond.
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“Confess yourself,” said the priest, coming toward him through shadow and light. “Notable captive.”
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Chukwu mo! Your air is the whitest version of white. Your voice is the softest version of soft. Your face no mortal or immortal has seen. Chukwu, I speak in my name and those of these two other Chi. We are back from our earthly sojourn with the souls you placed in our care.