VOICES IN MY HEAD

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ding my teeth, reaching for it, before grabbing my waist, exhaling, giving up to allow my purse sleep on the floor, because at that very moment the earth could quake but I still wouldn’t get off that sit. I took my phone out,

my face on his shoulder and insisted, “Pick one.” He looked at two pictures of wedding dresses that I’d downloaded to my phone. “Wh

e the bride in the wedding dress b

l just keep pushing. Okay th

watching you walk down that aisle three times in one day as long as your feet are walking my direct

, “Except for my

eyes, rub on my head and use it as a crystal ball;

fun so I would compl

n just

miling as I walk down the aisle. I imagine having arguments but making up, making out and making love a few hours afterwards, teaching you how to cook for me and our children when I get pregnant with the third and hopefully the last; we can call them Gabriel, Delilah

cess twerking real

ld ask “What’s wrong with th

ur child Delilah then I’m sorry pri

d keep speaking until the side effects of his pi

r my mom didn’t drink enough wine last night or my mom didn’t drink enough wine last night, I took a look at the screen, Yep it was mom. I sighed, shook my h

Mother I’m sor

r car repossessed, your dresses burnt, your Jew

ay good morning to your dau

se to pick up ninety

didn’t wanna wake him. I

I will not accept that boy as a son in law, I don’t think anyone would want him as a son worse enou

owever, saw a man who drew up business plans on a daily bases, a man who made up ideas just by taking a look at the way people dress, a man with vision, but u

time you receive your invite to the wedding I’ll be honeymooning

sized, “You’re putting your career on the line here, all

r silly obsession with your daughter getting married to some Harvard graduate with a maste

her boyfriend Jeff tried to be like a father to me,

d that half carat on your finger 3 damn years and nothing, your father has passed o

ll be getting back before midday, for now give her as much wine as you can, when I see her I want her

lked towards me for information like a journalist. She asked, “Ms. Defoe

itive and the slightest of sounds could wake him up, and pleas

m, I mean I’m

“That’s be

, so I called out, “Joshua! Josh! honey you in the there? Is everything all right?” I pressed the door handle and called o

s M

pen to have seen

ot in the roo

, he’s got to be careful; The Anabolic s

she re

at me and I said “not literally” She chuckled.

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uted, “Ms. Defoe!” She pointed to her left. I walked towards her