“i was'nt always black. there was this freckel that just grew and grew...”
“I never grew up. I just got taller.”
“I grew into it. It grew into me. It and I blurred at the edges, became one amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.”
“I grew a mustache, and I grew it in my garden. My mustache is organic, and will taste tasty on your mouth.”
“But as I grew up, I began to understand that a savvy is just a know-how of a different sort.”
“But that was all teachers ever did, wasn’t it? They grew and grew and grew until they wondered if they were the only ones growing, and then they shrank and shrank and shrank… and all the while the children grew sharper.”