Robyn Fisher sees black women as mythical and superhuman. Why should she not? The magic comes from realness, the love, the flesh, hair. They way words are formed and how it rolls off the lips. The way they rally around each other when needed.
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Sitting in our dining room having dinner with everyone and his dang sister is still here. Everyday she is complaining about something. I want to slap her in the mouth.
Directly in the mouth.
Right, we killed someone. I don't even know who the man was.
He was dead. A man was killed and I've been thinking about it for two weeks straight. I want to tell Logan. But I can't, and be being Buddhist this is weighing heavy on me.
"Earth to my wife?" Logan said.
"Yes?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, yes. Just work things." I smiled and he smiled back.
"Have you ever smoked weed?" Lauria asked.
"So rude," Clover said.
"Stop it you both. Baby are you okay?"
"Uh, huh yes. I just need some sleep a long day in the morning."
"Everyone eat, school in the morning."
I kept picking at my food but I didn't have an appetite at all.
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I was sitting at the edge of the bed staring at the painting on the wall of a heart with flowers. I felt Logan kissing my neck.
"Milo and Ona got the sniffles. I might stay home with them to the tomorrow."
"What about work?" I asked.
"All I am doing is adding some last touches to Soleli first single. I'm good." He kissed me neck gain.
