I meant to tell you, there was a white man in your house last night. He said he was having trouble adjusting to opportunity, so he f**ed your mama to disappear. The white man wasn't sorry because he's adjusted now. Waiting for you in your kitchen, he smiled at me and said more to himself than to me: “Sometimes ya gotta disappear to reappear.” I wasn't sure if he meant your mama was invisible. (So, I walked up the stairs and f**ed your mama, I wanted to see if she was there at all. She touched my cheek as I was f**ing her and said, “not you too.”) Later, I am feeling nothing, because I cannot feel. I touch my arms in the bathroom to make sure that they are there. (They are but they are shrinking.) I call my lover and she is ashamed for me. She says over and over there is never a conclusion for black women. I disagree with her but don't have any legs to stand on because those shrank too. (Bae, there is no conclusion for black men or I tried to disappear but it didn't work.) Please answer my emails or my DMs or my snapchats or my subtweets. I am so sorry but I am not so sorry. It felt so good to imagine one day I could reappear even if it meant sticking my dick inside your mama. (I'll never listen to the white man again even if he is in your house.)