This is a love I legally change my name for. This is a love I dye my hair and beard for. This is a love I thin my face out for. This is a love I hide out in an apartment for, seven states away, until the statutes of limitations expire. The crime was hate, misplaced affection, I think. The crime was laundering money, laundering culture, washing away anything born dirty, I think. I’ve trained my smile to tip fifteen percent to every passerby. I have trained my dog to ignore dog whistles and gun shots fired in the great distance.
This is a love for whom I say I knew them well while they are still alive.
The mother’s maiden name has been erased without historical disclaimer.