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My friend, who lost her husband
twice, first in death
and then in betrayal, orders
the pinot noir.
He removed himself with his hands, an effort not unnoticed.
People threw shells, congotronic drumming looped
from. . .
I have met the famous men, the gaunt Caucasians with the powers you’ve heard about and thought you could fight, the men of. . .
American police violence is widespread and out of control.
Hong Kong fights to keep alive the dead of Tiananmen Square.
When the makers of policing tech say “Black Lives Matter.”