Two Stepping

[vc_row][vc_column][title type="subtitle-h6"]Nailah Frye[/title][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width="11/12"][vc_column_text]He didn’t stop until he brokethe phone ­plastic splitting quickagainst my femur. I sucked my teethto set him off. That phone grewlegs, fancied itself a boxer. It’s hardto notice the particular way dust moves untilyou are on your back and your bodyis a minefield and your man is Macgyver,could make the air a weapon if he wanted. Thenyou see how dust dances legatto, when the hairpinroutine bursts open. I am still, switchbladeticking in my back right pocket ­ not today.I am still and he is movingfast and heavy, dancing in his way.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]