Pieter asked God, “Throw me a bite. Please? A big chunk-o-chocolate in my mouth tasting just like, her. I hate that mama. God. I dislike her refusal to learn who does the placement of potholes_______in perfectly good streets.
God? Mama Chunky?
On her face?
God, she talks about you like ya’ll do everything together. She wants to be a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader headlining as a singer during Super Bowl Half Time.” Pieter climbs into a bus, thinking up riders as they appear in seats next to him. His lips moved the last time on God’s word. In this moment, he is silently transfixed on the pancake platter inside Greens Country College, while talking inside his head and mean staring down folks.
That’s her story. Are you her shelter? Stop that, we want better.
I never met my Mother, so you haven’t either. Jesus please have mercy.
Her backing is when you come home, just for the purpose of taking us all to Heaven.
Pieter orders food for three options on meals, “This and that, and them.” He screams out to the waiter, “Ma’am? I’m walking her daily treats to another state.”