It's in close, blond ringlets. She wears a blue, oxford cloth shirt, with a man's tie knotted loosely at the open neck. She looks good. Her plan, she says, is to negotiate a truce with her cancer. I'd like an agreement that we will live together for another 30 years.
Blues is about that and almost everything else.
Jackie Robinson and road rage and Kenneth Starr and expanding thighs and modern slavery and Tupac Shakur. She has an opinion about everything. I ask her sixth-grade teacher, Sister Althea Augustine. Not to mention honest, outrageous, generous, angry, kind, funny, raw. Her poetry is by turns a rant and a love story.