They leave Khalil’s body in the street like it’s an exhibit.


One-Fifteen sits on the sidewalk with his face buried in his hands. Other officers pat his shoulder and tell him it’ll be okay.​​​​​


I’m lying in bed. Khalil is lying in the county morgue.


Did he realize that if he does become a hashtag, some people will only see him as a drug dealer?

The truth casts a shadow over the kitchen—people like us in situations like this become hashtags, but they rarely get justice.