Random Musings At 3 AM At the Waffle House
“You gotta at least call her, bruh. It’s the 3rd date.”
“Jay Z won, cuh.”
“Maybe she ain’t mean it. Little feet don’t mean nothing.”
“Only 2? You sure?”
“You got any sisters?”
“The blacker, the better. Like, really.”
“I don’t even know her like that.”
“She gotta make you feel like every color in the world is in her, brother.”
“Not on Monday’s or Sunday’s. Or, Thursday’s, either.”
“There’s somebody else…”
“Remember when we would…”
“This is the last time, I swear…”
“She don’t owe you no favors. None. You were there, but then you weren’t. You can’t role play, love. This ain’t Star Wars.”
“I knew I recognized her. That tatt on the left cheek? Only her.”
“You still smell like her.”
“They fought a war. Over a woman. The least you could do is clip ya toe nails…”
“It’s not you, it’s me…”
“Open your eyes. Tell me, does it taste like rain?”
“You know I don’t do that anymore…”
“Drake who?”
“I liked him better as Mos…”
“The lie was better…”
“Sometimes. But, only in the dark. And, slowly.”
“Love has a taste, did you know that? Like vinegar and apple cider and ya’ grandmother’s gumbo from that party back when you wore that red dress with the slit on the side. The one ya’ dad wanted you to return but you wore it anyway, because I told you you were flying in it. Yeah, flying.”
“You were better when you thought I was smaller than I really am.”
“Ya’ll ain’t got no more butter??”
“I said EXTRA cheese, fam. EXTRA.”
“Yeah. Me, too. Once, though.”
“Nah, that ain’t it.”
“Feed it to him.”
“Nah, not her.”
“You would know because you wouldn’t have to ask anymore. Please, know that.”
