Baby Suggs laughed, clear as anything. “You mean I never told you nothing about Carolina? About your daddy? You don’t remember nothing about how come I walk the way I do and about your mother’s feet, not to speak of her back? I never told you all that? Is that why you can’t walk down the steps? My Jesus my.”
But you said there was no defense.
“There ain’t.”
Then what do I do?
“Know it, and go on out the yard. Go on.”
~Toni Morrison, Beloved
I am afraid of being a copycat; I am a scaredy-cat copycat!
And yet, this word/world has called me and pulled me close (sweet-n-safe breath, an almost-kiss square on my lips).
Drabble. I thought I knew his game – chitter-chatter prattle, purpose-less.
Wrong guy, she says. Drabble is not Drivel. She properly introduces us.
Drabble is different. Flexible and free, but with holding structure. No games. No exhausting ambiguity.
EXACTITUDE [100 words].
She says that she will be with him every day in May. I want to too.
How can there be enough to go around?
Just play friendly. Source:
