This morning I finished Leaving Atlanta, Tayari Jones’s multiple-point-of-view novel set in the time of the Atlanta child murders (1979-1981).
And last I would destroy Mama’s green punch bowl, cussing at myself for being too stupid to see that nothing lasts. That people get away from you like a handful of sweet smoke.
Sometimes, I have too much on my mind and I need somebody to help me think about it.