In my dream

In my dream we are both excited at the prospect of dating the elder activist “Colson Wilson”. I announce that it’s too bad that he just died, revealing my ignorance: I was thinking of Bayard Rustin while we were really talking about Colson Whitehead. There’s no graceful way to explain the confusion.

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