Dorothy Parker
�You might as well live.� HA. What does he know? He�s just a man, even if he is my friend. Sure, he has the best intentions, but he has no idea what. How could he know? Heh-heh. He doesn�t have to deal with any of the shit that I do. He�s MARRIED for Christ�s sake. He�s got a job. He�s allowed to work wherever he wants, because he�s a man. He works as a man, for men, in a male dominated world. I should feel lucky he even cares enough about me to come visit. Maybe if I�m lucky enough, he�ll even take me on as a mistress. HA. In his dreams. He�s nice enough, but really I think he�s too normal. He could never understand my needs. He�s never laid in this bed before. How could he know? Being a woman drives me here; there�s no way he could know. And he�s married. He�s much too upstanding for that type of behavior. He�ll most likely be persecuted (or prosecuted, or both, one then the other) for associating with the callous Miss Parker. I should be grateful he cares about me at all. I should be. HA. �Might as well live.� HA.
Mama Day
Now that Cocoa done had her babies, I was finally able to pass. It�s not so bad here. I got lots of family to talk to, especially her boy George. And she comes to visit me out here. She tells me �bout her babies. They growin so fast. Maybe some day she�ll bring �em out here to see me. They too young now, but in a few years maybe. She don�t talk much �bout her new man. He�s nice, I know. She wouldn�t go with no man who treated her wrong. But he�s no George, I can guarantee you that. And she finally got outta that damn city. I knowed New York wasn�t that bad, but I didn�t like my Baby Girl up there, so far from Willow Springs. Yeah, my Baby�s doin� all right for herself these days, and I know she�s raisin those babies right. Me and George talk, and he thinks so too. It warms my heart to know he don�t bear her no grudge, and me neither. Yeah, we�s all doin� all right.
neb 2/9/04
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