The Dragons, the Giant, the Women by Wayétu Moore

Author:Wayétu Moore [Moore, Wayétu]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-64445-128-1
Publisher: Graywolf Press
Published: 2020-06-14T16:00:00+00:00

ASIDE:

WHEN THE THERAPIST SUGGESTS I BEGIN DATING AGAIN

FOURTEEN

Leo. He’s a photographer. BU. He’s five feet ten. Three pictures all of himself against walls (one brick wall, outside, side profile) holding his camera. One of his hands on his dog. A hound. The dog looks disappointed in him. A picture in Johannesburg or Port-au-Prince or some other Black country where he’s surrounded by a dozen five-year-olds in uniform, just as ashy and carefree as you were at that age, holding up peace signs. He’s smiling with his mouth open.

Left.

Oran. He’s a photographer. NYU. He’s six feet. There’s a picture of him taking a picture. Another in a suit with a press pass, against a Hamptons magazine step-and-repeat. Another on an air mattress with a tiger. His camera is in one hand, a baby’s bottle in the other.

Left.

Vick. He’s a photographer. SVA. He has no height. Nothing expository. He takes pictures with celebrities, and he isn’t smiling in any of them. Not even in the one with Jason Statham. He’s kind of cute, but Left.

Sammy. Sammy has no height or education. Sammy has no profession. Sammy has one blurry photograph of the right side of his face. He’s looking out of a window squinting. Sammy doesn’t want to play games. Sammy is looking for the real deal. Sammy knows people get on here to get laid. Sammy doesn’t want that. He wants to wash your hair. He wants to make love to your mind. He’s sick of vain women, sick of New York. Sammy is a lover. The only lover

Left.

Ivan. Ivan is six feet. Brooklyn College. Ivan has muscles. Ivan likes to party. All of Ivan’s pictures are taken with friends at clubs. Oh, wait, Ivan has one photo alone. Ivan and his muscles and some Oakleys are on a yacht with an opened beer bottle and Ivan left his last fuck on shore. Ivan wants you to know that looks can be deceiving. He’s a teddy bear, he says. Swipe right and

Left.

Neil. He’s five feet eight. Pretty face. Morehouse man. Very straight teeth. Very white teeth. He’s been through some thangs and he wants you to know. He’s over his savage ways. He’s grown now and wants a grown-ass woman to hold him down. Neil is also the real deal. He wants a girl who will be with him through the good and the bad. He wants a lifetime partner. He knows this is just an app.

Left.

Etienne. Etienne is wearing Freddy Krueger gloves in a bathroom mirror.

Left.

Tremaine. Hates bitches who swipe left and don’t respond to him. He hates games. Tremaine is looking for a real one. He’s ready for his Halle Berry though he looks like a seductive moose.

Left.

Ibn. Oh no, I know Ibn.

LEFT.

Mason. He’s fine, y’all. We have some mutual friends. Mason went to Yale. Mason is five feet eleven. Mason likes Murakami books and Vice News. Mason likes Ta-Nehisi Coates. Mason mentors kids, y’all. He watches Bill Maher. Mason is new to this thing, this online dating thing. Mason is a lawyer.

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