Tag: toni_morrison

She buttoned her coat and left the drugstore
In no time laughter was rocking them both
Damn the snakes my man was coming for me
Everybody needs a pile of newspapers
The ping of desire that surfaced along with his whisper
Daylight slants like a razor cutting the buildings in half
A poisened silence floated through the rooms like a big fishnet
On the spot, without introduction
The problem for those left alive …
… is what to do about revenge
Death is always thinking about me
She remembered the bus ride back
The world outdoes them every time
My nature is a quiet one, anyway