I have been shot several times
in dreams, but never by anyone
with skin darker than mine:

by a white man wearing a uniform
with a pistol, in a basement
interrogation room;

by a white man in a baseball cap
with a shotgun, in the front seat
of my car at a stop sign;

by a white man in tee shirt and jeans
with a rifle in my back yard,
where I had fled

when the shooting started.