Page 134 of The Black Flamingo

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He passes the spliff to Sienna,

who is trying hard not to laugh.

Sienna skips her turn

and passes it to me, asking,

“So, what’s your type, Mike?”

I immediately say,

“Tall, white, big biceps,

and a killer smile.”

I’m describing Jack

but Sienna and Lennie

haven’t met him

so they don’t know that.

I take a toke of the spliff.

“That’s messed up,” says Lennie.

He looks serious.

“What is?” I say softly,

passing him the spliff.

“That she asked your type

and you said ‘white.’”

I turn to Lennie and say,

“I don’t know anyone

black and gay.”

And it’s true, but it feels

like a cop-out.

“I only date black guys,” says Sienna.

“That’s messed up, too!” shouts Lennie.

“Do you two hear yourselves?”

“You both need to understand

the black woman, black man,

black trans person is always last

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