Shaqira Jemmett

Clyde

I was younger, trying to "fly too early," in his words, but I knew it was something that wouldn’t go away. I still know that. He’s told me he doesn’t understand what this is. What he is to me, what I am to him. In six years have we ever known? Will we ever know? Will I ever be Bonnie? I want to ask if I will ever be his, but I know in some dysfunctional way that I already am.