I’m eating take-out Creole with my people, cornbread and yucca fries. The window sill is deep in end-of-season green tomatoes. It looks for all the world like a normal Sunday night in the suburbs. I’m trying to linger in this sacred place where people eat and talk about what’s up, make plans to go to a family funeral on the weekend because births and de…
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