...the road that reeks of eeriness and seems to go nowhere.
excerpted from All The Sluts Were Virgins Once, a memoir
Mom braided my afro into cornrows every Sunday night.
Red lights were flashing and “Back That Ass Up” was playing five years too late...
A solo show
Eight years earlier I’d lost my virginity at fifteen to the first guy I ever kissed.
...the process on one I read about in a Bukowski book.
My mom stared at the TV with her mouth open.
...but with Billy it was different.