In Toni Morrison’s Head
White girls die first. Which means I’m still alive, but breathless & on the run in the brain’s maze of scrutiny. How I stumble in the memory of Ohio, old names & faces given me: Pecola, Dorcas, Violet, Nel, First Corinthians. Reinvention is my birthright. With each step I am altered: mother, daughter, river, sun. […]