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his face smashed against the side of a<br />
police car, his wrists twisted at an odd<br />
angle behind his back, the cop saying Back<br />
up, back up, do you know this guy?<br />
Because you’re a screaming white woman<br />
and because he’s a black man and that’s<br />
how they treat black men in this city.<br />
Now the way he sits back down is<br />
sad, the way he winces when he touches<br />
his face is sad. The way he pulls his hand<br />
away when you try to interlock it with<br />
yours. It’s all sad.<br />
When you announce that you’re<br />
going to bed, it’s late, you have work in a<br />
few hours, you can’t take off, he stays in<br />
the record room, running the hand that’s<br />
not holding the ice pack along the cover<br />
of The Blueprint. Jay-Z probably had<br />
problems like this, you want to say. But<br />
the joke isn’t really a joke. It’s too<br />
obvious. You’re not very funny.<br />
You don’t really sleep but instead fall<br />
into a space where you can convince<br />
yourself you are, and when your alarm<br />
goes off only three hours later you’re<br />
already prepared for it, up and at ‘em. In<br />
the other room he’s asleep sitting up, his<br />
head back, his mouth open, the frozen<br />
berries soggy in their bag next to him, the<br />
towel soaked through. You pick up the<br />
bag, put it back in the freezer, grab<br />
broccoli florets, wrap them in a new<br />
towel, and lay it on his eye.<br />
On the train to work, someone talks<br />
about God and someone else asks for<br />
money. One says Please, I’m not a bad person,<br />
please. The other one says If you trust in God,<br />
He will show you the way. But you don’t have<br />
any change to give and you don’t believe<br />
in God so you turn your headphones up,<br />
lay your head against the window, and<br />
watch as the train rushes through the<br />
tunnel.<br />
Alisha Ebling is a Philadelphia-based writer. Her fiction and poetry have been published<br />
nationally and internationally, most recently through The Head & the Hand Press, Stockholm<br />
Review, and Dhaka Tribune: Arts & Letters. Her work explores femininity, family, and the<br />
relationships that shape us.<br />
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