Status Updates From Zami/Sister Outsider/Undersong

But I loved her, because she moved like she felt she was somebody special, like she was somebody I'd like to know someday. She moved like how I thought god's mother must have moved, and my mother, once upon a time, and someday maybe me.

while I watched, not caring whether or not she was a poem.

I was always bending over to tie my shoes, delaying, trying to figure out something.

On Saturdays we fought each other for the stray errand out of doors