Your head tilted forward with intention. You gave her a peck knowing I was watching. Your forehead against hers. Bizarre. You stumbled backward and regained your composure.
I continued my conversation with a friend. She is white too. I look around. I am surrounded in a sea of white. The three of you huddled in a corner planning your next move. I await the conscious “fuck you” we are three, white with might. It’s comical and pathetic.
I’m not usually an asshole. I am rather quite nice. My very being intimidates her. Don’t worry, I like unicorns, but your unicorn is untamable and restless.
Her mourning coffee 