Anger
Their rage so loud she stopped hearing it. Telephone wires ran through her body and tugged her in different directions the way exile does. The way the world falls and the sea begs when love limps. The way numbers climb the wind like death tolls when oppressors are free.
After years of high profile, extra-judicial killings of black people, I was struck by how…
Like many of you, I’ve felt so much anger–rage even–over the last week. I keep…