Much is already known about the gunman who killed three Black customers at a Dollar General shop in Jacksonville, Florida, yesterday. He was in possession of an AR-15-style weapon and a handgun; he left manifestos about his hatred toward African Americans; he was wearing a tactical-style uniform as if going to war. There are still questions about how he acquired the guns, his mental state, and whether he had accomplices. But the basic storyline is written. He made it easy. He wanted us to know.

It’s not that he scared me, exactly,
just that he didn’t see me, back then.
There were ghosts in the marriage
and I learned to keep my distance.
When he went, I left the windows open for weeks.
I left the windows open
and I was alone, keeping
my own counsel, and company,
the child, yes, but all grew
toward a kind of freedom,
there were the gardens, yes,
and the animals, there was enough,
and time, I grew rich with days,
and, you see, I didn’t miss him
at first, or then.

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