just to tell you how happy I am to see you've once again arrived would be a little on the "oh shush your mouth, tre" side, but it's true. And, for you to come back w/ narrative writing and advising us to join in, is even better. you've still got it, I gather it never left ("it" being that talent of yours).

she ain't no dime

the boys on the block sneer at her, calling her ketchup kendra. her cousin told me they said she smell like ketchup. i ain't followin' up with dem cuz i think she smell just fine. her hair is like bronze, no. no. it's more like penny colored with some orange innit. she look just like her mama; moon eyes and plum lips. i wave at her every day, but she pays me no mind. hands on her hips, sneakers double-tied (you know? when you pull 'em too hard, they get knotted up? youknowwhati'mtalkinbout), and starched-up acid washed jeans. i call her "my kendra," but i don't say this out loud. uh uh, i don't want her treating me like dem boys on the corner. i don't want her thinkin' that i think she ain't no dime. i'm just gon' keep waving at her with my little smile and hope that one day she waves back.

©Tremaine L. Loadholt 09October08

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