Junot Díaz - Excerpt from Drown "Boyfriend" lyrics

That night, she put on a free-style tape, Noel maybe, and I could hear her moving around her apartment. I wouldn't have put it past her to have been a dancer. I never tried the honey and she never came back. Whenever I saw her on the stairs we would trade hi's but she never slowed down to talk, never gave a smile or any other kind of encouragement. I took that as a hint. At the end of the month she got her hair cut short. No more straighteners, no more science fiction combs. I like that, I told her. I was coming back from the liquor store and she was on her way out with a woman friend. Makes you look fierce. She smiled. That's exactly what I wanted.