It’s as jagged and unforgiving as her love life.
And then we’re gone,
two little gremlins hobbling up Ludlow,
dodging people and trash bags piled knee-high.
Celie’s shrieking down the street
as if she’s getting arrested and loving it,
her laugh spilling out all over the sidewalk.
“I’m pissin’, I’mpissin’!”
She screams in front of me,
a trail of pee behind her.
“Swear to God I’m pissin’!”
A guy on a CitiBike flies by. “What the fuck?”
We don’t stop running.
Stage seven: The Sudden Epiphany
3:01 AM
We’re standing at a crosswalk
under a buzzing streetlight,
waiting for the black sedan to find us.
Celie’s standing oddly still,
arms crossed,
trying to fight the cold,
trying to fight the cold,
acting like she's not shivering
'causeshe's fine.
Her lipstick’s half-on, half-missing,
a galaxy of eyeshadow smeared from lid to temple,
and she’s staring at the tail lights passing down Ludlow, seeing flashbacks of the last eighteen months with Drake in them.
Then, quiet as fuck:
“I think I was the toxic one.”
Then the sedan glides up.
