Sublime

His face blanched like over-boiled cabbage.

They did not know that the Negro long ago learned he must tell them what they want to hear, not what is. I

The sun bleached my bones into driftwood and burnt all from my thoughts but white,

Her skin was clear and pale as moonlight, her fine bones made her look even younger than she was.

Bobbi could be abrasive and unrestrained in a way that made people uncomfortable, while I tended to be encouragingly polite.

white,

What I need is a woman who is something, anything; either very beautiful

pale darling