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