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“Deliverance” Watercolor on paper. Copyright 2012 Totsymae

She Said I Do

Couldn’t love him through the pain of hating himself and continue packing flesh-colored powder around the black and blues of what used to be a beautiful face. Laura stuffed  grocery bags and rushed to the boys’ bedroom, where dry splatters of blood stained their walls from last week. Then, headlights came beaming through the window.

Her Last Thoughts

Never planned to lay dying at forty. Projects waited for her to complete them. She wondered if Clara, her only friend, had washed the dinner plates in the sink from days before. While the monster ate at her last breast, she imagined her last drink of wine, the glass rim stained with signature maroon lipstick.

The Choice

They paraded outside with signs, bantering with a sense of rage that she was vile for cutting the cord to life inside her. Noma wept inside and out, thinking of the baby that her step-father planted inside to swell up her thoughts, while her mother sat with folded arms and anger etched across her face.

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Adobe InDesign and Photoshop. Copyright 2012 Totsymae

You have to have a lot of hobbies here, folks. I’ve got painting, writing, blogging, reading and exercising to keep my mind occupied. Otherwise, there’s absolutely nothing to do. Of course, you could gossip, watch movies and eat.

Sometimes, like today, it feels like I’m sitting around waiting for my next meal. Not a good thing ’cause I tell you, the Muslim women I work with, that’s what it looks like they do. Folks, these women are younger than myself, never been married and no kids.

We wear these abayas over here outside but inside, we can take them off ’cause we’ve got clothes on underneath. Well, I don’t reckon it’s all because I’m over here in the middle of the east that I’m imagining folk naked. I mean, I have drawn and painted a buncha folk in the raw. I think it’s kinda my nature to strip folk naked in my mind. Should you and I ever meet and it happens to you, I’d never initiate a conversation about it. I mean, would you? I’d just imagine these different parts, put them into one whole and then go about whatever we were doing. Don’t be embarrassed or nothing. Shit, you can do the same to me if you want. It’s not like I can stop you. No more than the woman could stop me a couple of days ago with imagining the body you see here of hers.

This is when I know, during lunch, I need to put my earphones in and make myself busy on the computer or something. Let me also tell you that lunch is 3,5 hours long. If you have any suggestions in keeping my mind from going in this direction, I could use your help, folks. I mean, whatever you suggest won’t break this habit of mine completely but considering that women folk have so few opportunities to do anything publicly in this particular area, like going out for lunch, any ideas from you are certainly welcomed.

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