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to be released in 2013
museum guide
By Shay Youngblood
Paris. September 1986. Early morning. She is lying
on her back in a hard little bed with her eyes closed, dreaming
in French. Langston was here. There is a black girl in Paris
lying in a bed on the fifth floor of a hotel in the Latin
Quarter. Her eyes are closed against the soft pink dawn. Delicate
maps of light line her face, tattoo the palms of her hands, the insides
of her thighs, the soles of her feet like lace. Jimmy was
here. She sleeps while small, feminine hands plant a bomb
under the seat of a train headed toward the city of Lyon.
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