…It, this thing, had so much promise such newness. It tasted like wind, like cool water, I felt it land on me like sun rays.
Poor Patricia, Poor Sean, and White Draws
my reflection on the oscars, in prose. i think patricia was caught up in the moment, but will cut some slack because i dont think she interviews well and it probably came out all mumbled jumbled. i am black and gay so if she wants to put me to work, i could use some…