EPHEMERA
- “We had come together like elements erupting into an electric storm, exchanging energy, sharing charge, brief and drenching. Then we parted, passed, reformed, reshaping ourselves the better for the exchange. I never saw Afrekete again, but her print remains upon my life with the resonance and power of an emotional tattoo” (Zami 253).
- "Every woman I have ever loved has left her print upon me, where I loved some invaluable piece of myself apart from me---so different that I had to stretch and grow in order to recognize her. And in that growing, we came to separation, that place where work begins. Another meeting" (Zami 255).
