11 nights with an ominous bug in the sky and the hidden sobs of a girl with no father amplified by the rallying cry of strangers shouting for the dignity of black lives // I talk with my neighbor, she says that she can feel the calamity in her body. We walk down to Pioneer, there’s a llama, it’s mostly sunny, what a fine day for a family outing. Someone gives testimony. Someone begs for mercy. In my head I’m praying. It ain’t even Sunday // a boss in love with Louis asks, how could they? I think of the three cops standing idly by, how could they? We both stumble on our way towards empathy