The 3rd Precinct Burns in Minneapolis
Ink and graphite on paper
11x14 inches
HOW TO MOVE AROUND COPS- FOR PRETEENS
Being a big kid
I was told incessantly,
as if I didn’t hear
the first forty times,
how to move in the presence of police.
Another game like Skully, or Team Tag,
While trying to outlast another day.
We was built for this?!
How could words carry the scent
and air starched hard enough to cut?
How could my father fix his face
to say to me–11–all legs, knees and elbows,
dots and dashes, a knock-knock joke in
Morse code:
“You’re a child of God but there are men who would
end your life because of a story they tell themselves.”
Did he practice in a mirror,
the whole time looking away?
All the black boys I knew got the speech.
How to move slower than a bag of sand.
How not to be confused for a lethal pre-teen.
There’s no amount of fire
Can clean this place to the bone.
Even the dirt would need to be turned to ash.
Minneapolis Night Lights
The 3rd Precinct from Afar
Potters Field 1
Potters Field 2
Hart Island Crew
Packing Them In
Your King Is On Fire 1
Your King Is On Fire 2
Your King Is On Fire 3
Thermal Scan- Make Out
You Can’t Sell Me BullShit, We Know the Prices
Ballot Box
Trash Fire President
Hi FIves
Self Care 1
Self Care 2
Snooze- April Fools Day
Snooze- Memorial Day
Snooze- Labor Day
Snooze- New Years Eve
White Flag