Even Unremarked

Meanwhile, four marked and unmarked cars full of white cops pull up to make a further spectacle of a young black male already in handcuffs. I watch (does that help at all?) as one of the cops says, “This is just a misdemeanor, right? I’m not going to pull a rock out or something?”

So much for innocence presumed.

My life is to wear all black as the cops wave, his is not “just” as justice ill-defined. I go buy my things from the store.

I go home.

I go.

Even unremarked you can’t tell me this doesn’t leave marks.

You can’t tell me there is a single temporality.

Abolish the police,

abolish prison.