Tag Archives: Delvon T. Mattingly

It Must Be Pretty Hard to Try

A person cried, because I told them what they said was racist. They responded that they try not to say racist things—that some of their friends are Black and Hispanic—mainly the ones they dance with on Saturday nights. They find … Continue reading

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Pores

I stumbled home, a few drinks in. I thought about how I used to love. No, how hard I used love. I tried to find meaning between the small pores on our faces, my head inches from our picture hung on … Continue reading

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