dark paneled wood hallway wide floorboards snapping lights flicker long hallway, could touch either side if i spread my arms out grimy window panes on the left side i’m with someone (i don’t know who) and they’re holding me, arms wrapped around my shoulders and my head is tucked onto their chest she or he doesn’t want me to look but i do i turn my head left i realized we’re in a funeral home the body of someone we know is being treated they’re dead and they are close. we pass the embalming room, flat slab of metal. fluorescent, sterile. in the next room, a man in all white is bent over, supporting the limp body of a dead black man with his shoulder. the dead's skin is grayish, swollen and shiny. wearing normal clothes, maybe a sweatshirt and nice pants. the doctor is holding clippers, and they buzz loudly as the doctor cuts his patient's hair. the neck is bent because this patient is dead. hair falls in fuzzy patches to his shirt, his pants.