If I kill a cop (a repost)

If I kill a cop it will be because “I feared for my life”: because I saw a gun, because I thought I saw a gun, because he was reaching for a gun that I never saw and was never there, because he was approaching me, because I heard a sound. Or, more likely, because […] […]

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Teach Us to Number Our Days In the old neighborhood, each funeral parlor is more elaborate than the last. The alleys smell of cops, pistols bumping their thighs, each chamber steeled with a slim blue bullet.   Low-rent balconies stacked to the sky. A boy plays tic-tac-toe on a moon crossed by TV antennae, dreams […]

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