In fond remembrance

The way I remember slavery was that it was very hip and cool at the time. I got to wear fashionable rusted jewelry that white folks wouldn’t dare to unless they were in blackface.

I would swim (or pretend to swim) naked in the mud flats of the Mississippi delta, an antecedent to chocolate diva Karen Finley.

The appearance and smell of having freshly bathed in excrement had a sexy appeal to me.

I also made angels in the Mud, knowing nothing about snow. But I did eventually know about leeches and tapeworms, and they loved me for myself, and taught me how to safely diet and lose extra body fat.