Thursday, April 15, 2021

In the Event of by Shane McCrae

In the Event of

 
Officer how you know I’m dancing is the body
-cam. Look, I’m riding centuries of whips, the first half
 
Of the ghost, arms out the window up, the second half
Arms flat on the pavement, palms down, now the ghost is whole
 
My arms stretched forward, like I’m bowing, but if I
Were standing, stretched above my head. Officer how
 
You know I’m dead is that I seem to bow to you



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