He stripped and strapped his semi-automatics to his bare black chest and as if that wasn’t beautiful and American enough some homemade dynamite. Dinah Washington’s This Bitter Earth teetering on the turntable while he asked who could be like Micah but cousin, who couldn’t? Fast twitch muscles bulging and gleaming as he marched through this white suburb the Nazi’s are coming but I’m here to protect and serve . Later in the interrogation room when I couldn’t remember who took the first shot and he tapped me on the shoulder grinning and sobbing like in There Eyes are Watching God . The police weren’t gonna kill my father even if it had to me I got to leave with Frank Sinatra and all these magazines and clips in the heat of withstanding could make me be glad just to be sad thinking of you
