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On Staying Black and Dying

Meditations on a Park Drummer Who Will Not STFU

Last night I slept for about thirty minutes before startling awake. A single yellow light filtered in through the streetlamp outside. My love lay asleep next to me. It was only the third time we’d seen each other since the pandemic came along making travel a logistical impossibility. We both have kids. She lives with a parent in their 70’s. Spending time together has become a rare and precious idea.