Listen to Your Sister

by Neena Viel

Why did he have to be peaceful when white people got to be so gloriously violent? They committed murder—psychic, corporeal, vicious murder—nearly every second of every day, and he was supposed to spread jazz hands, help them feel safe. Like they hadn’t mutilated him before his birth.

Jamie snuggled in coarse sheets, nose wrinkling at the musty booty smell.

I'm hollering!