Suss: another literary journal

Moonwalker

by Aisha Sharif

Sometimes I dream of walk­ing out of my body. I’ve never found a way to love
the fig­ure of brown that stares me down in the mir­ror. I moon­walked for the first time
on Motown 25. People think it takes con­cen­tra­tion. They don’t know that when I moon­walk
I’m dream­ing, push­ing myself back, through some kind of look­ing glass, hop­ing I’ll turn into
some­thing. Jermaine asked me how long I’d been prac­tic­ing. I wanted to tell him, All my life.

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