In the Event Of

Officer how you know I’m dancing is the body

-cam. Look, I’m riding centuries of whips, the first half


Of the ghost, arms out the window up, the second half

Arms flat on the pavement, palms down, now the ghost is whole


My arms stretched forward, like I’m bowing, but if I

Were standing, stretched above my head. Officer how


You know I’m dead is that I seem to bow to you

Copyright © 2021 by Shane McCrae. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 1, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.