Andre Asiman. Give me your name (№ 367096)

Like any lived experience that affects us to the end of the day, I found myself torn from the inside out, drawn and quartered. It was the result of who I was in life and even more: who I was when I was singing and putting out vegetables for his family and friends on Sundays; who I was when I woke up on a cold night and wanted nothing so much as a warm sweater, to get to the Desk and write about the man who, as I know, nobody knows, but that really was me; who I was, when I longed to be naked next to another naked body, or when I longed to be the only one in the world; who I was when I felt every part of his body at infinity from each other, and each piece thus swore, that still belongs to me.