I worked at an immigration law clinic introduced to me by a mural. It was painted by a Venezuelan migrant who had lost a child in the Parkland massacre. The weekend of the commission, someone else visited El Paso and left Walmart with a shotgun and twenty-three bodies. I've been to that Walmart without staining my shoes. I don't remember much about the mural except that it was beautiful.

There were concrete walls in the pool in Hedingam, the neighborhood before the headlines. My swim cap was latex instead of silicone. I saw sunscreened children and parents and Subway sandwiches with layered mayonnaise tomatoes. Back then I'd covered my arm with Sharpie. Later it was brother shooting brother and dead dog on the porch next to a woman who greeted everyone. To blame was the pandemic, inflation, mental illness, Ukraine, gasoline prices, really, for a face, baby with whiteness and...

You do not currently have access to this content.