Robbie Bruens’s Reviews > Weird Black Girls > Status Update

"After our ninth date, Leroy, having exhausted his questions about selling coke in Brooklyn, searches the Japanese bathrobes in his closet for a rose yukata illustrated in white lilies that he puts on in time for me to disrobe, a blank page for him to write upon, a New York gangster in his bed, if that's his pleasure. The pause when he looks at me confirms, from his caring demeanor, that he pities me."

"Then every leaf, flower, and blade of grass screamed at me in a worldless, idiot cacophony that scarred my brain meat with endless fields under endless stars. I grasped for the white hem of Jesus but each time his name stumbled from my spit-clotted lips, the plants mocked me. This is not hell. You will never see hell. Around me materialized beings whose bodies made no sense, shaped like a mad god had gifted..."