I box with gloves in our basement with a small Black girl. Every right I land sends her rolling, but she bounces back, swinging. Finally, we stop the fight. I try to explain to her the importance of fighting in one's own weight class. She has me feel her rock-hard abs.
I have left my black and blue butterflies in the back yard at my parents’ house. I go out to get them but we've had a cold snap in the night. Hummingbirds covered with frost are barely able to hover near the house. One of them lands in my hand and I cover it and carry it inside. The trip takes a very long time. There is now no time to return to get the others. A weird tenant guy runs a restaurant in their basement. He has a sign out on the street.