Kimestry

I sat on top of a speaker at Zanzibar and felt the afro funke beats vibrate my legs as they swung freely. My friend Cat danced with vigor as the song transitioned into samba. A medium-built Latino male with an Elvis Presley hairdo approached me and leaned against the wall above where I was seated. We chatted and he asked me what I was drinking. I’d had a glass of wine with Cat earlier, but I was not planning to drink any more that night. Plus, Momma always told me to be careful about letting strangers buy me drinks, so I declined his generous offer. Somehow, we got on the subject of hair. He told me that he was growing his hair out so that he could have it braided into corn rows. As Cat returned from the dance floor and sat next to me, he pulled out his phone to show us a picture of how he looked with corn rows. It looked much better than the Elvis Presley ‘do to say the least! Cat demurred as she pointed to the picture of Julio in corn rows, “you should wear your hear like that again....

I remember singing lead on "Walkin in the Rain With the One I love" On stage with my friends When I was four I remember I only knew the chorus I remember being five years old and telling Mrs. Waters That I was going to marry her son I was only in kindergarten But hey, I thought she should know. I remember wanting to love someone Like Marcia loved Davy Jones. I remember meeting my very first Boyfriend At a pajama party The night I had my first car accident I remember I was eighteen and college bound. He was dyslexic And two grades behind me And I loved him More than Marcia loved Davy Jones. I remember seeing Prince in concert For the very first time. I remember a girl Screaming uncontrollably And realizing with Horror That the sound was coming From me. I remember that I'd just turned eighteen and had seen Purple Rain About thirteen times. I remember dancing to Prince tunes at college parties in the suites Until the walls sweated And blue jean prints stained the paint. I re...