Maybe I'm just not normal enough for romantic relationships. Maybe I'm throwing in the towel. Maybe I belong to the universe as George likes to tease. The bucket of maybes could hold the world.
Me: I dunno, that I've never been in a relationship that's lasted two years straight has to be evidence of something.
Sekou: Or at least exhibit F.
(We laugh. A day later the reality of it is not funny anymore.)
But I'm at peace with myself. And that matters.
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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