"Because I wanted Micheal's mouth on me, because from the first moment I saw him walking across the grass to where I sat in the shadow of the school sign, he saw me. Saw past skin the color of unmilked coffee, eyes black, lips the color of plums, and saw me. Saw the walking wound I was, and came to be my balm." - Jesmyn Ward, Sing, Unburied, Sing .
This is what is keeping me company these days, while I work around my home and during my walks. Loving this one. Highly recommend listening to Sing, Unburied, Sing.