by DIY Danna
My last boyfriend in college wasn’t American, he was Danish.
Funny how I remembered him when eating prunes in bed,
editing manuscripts on a Sunday afternoon.
We were undercovers for a few months. I met a a couple of his friends –
his roommate and his roommate’s friend, really.
He never met my friends.
White boys and black girls is a sore subject
with descendants of slaves and slaveholders.
But my family would have liked and even accepted him
My fault we ended. I was embarrassed to be seen
with such a good-looking guy, who laughed
into my belly and made me orgasm with a smile.