What’s It Like Escaping Something Trying to Kill You?
A minister blames this on the slaughter of unborn children. We enter a tunnel, and my breath
holds itself for comfort. My father suggests we find a copy of The Green Book and pray over
it. A car full of black people driving past confederate statues. A strawberry zooms past my left
ear. The wind smashes it against the bark of cedar. A fish drowns itself in the Mississippi. The
one-eyed tabby is not allowed in the hotel. She too will float, but in a different city. Three Ritz
crackers on a paper plate. There …
