" I woke to the news you were dead.
The what arrived before daylight;

the how was agony unfolding as I
dreaded my way to dusk. Unfolding

against my want not to know
(but I already knew, have known

since I could know): officers, arrest,

Black, man, twenty, video, knee,

sir, back, dollar, 8, counterfeit,
hands, sorry, 46, mama, please,

breathe, please! Were you tired
George? I feel tired sometimes.

America on my neck--my
lungs compressed so much

they can't expand/contract-- "

― , Worldly Things