love, yet again.
(1)i forgot just how much chris abani’s fiction just slays me. like when the men left because the women would start telling stories, he stayed and curled under their own brilliant fire.
“you’re teaching him to be a woman.”
someone has to.
i’m so glad to have been given time to read this.
and there is something so hopeful about this. i swear.
love in a rum coke. heehee.
(1) chris abani’s graceland
(2) by the beach in anvaya cove