June Fiction: "Racist Bones"

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for my friend, Joe Biden

I don’t have a racist bone in my body. I have a pit full of racist bones in my backyard. I bury them as a courtesy. Can’t leave those racist bodies lying around in front of the neighbors. They’d feel like they had to say something. Everybody knows, of course, but they can keep it at a whisper. That’s the house where they kill the…

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