Sublime

an avowed partisan of the underclass, the marginalized, the poor.

I don’t think Michelle minds being our new muse. I think she gets it. We little brown girls—drunk off The Cosby Show, sobered up by life, and a little suicidal—we need her.

skyrocketing.

the stench of the prison deck, the yeast and blood and sweat. A female smell. Mary liked to imagine it as a sort of force, a power in and of itself. A protective circle.