Love slays me. The sound of my baby girl saying “Daddy” slays me. Hate, ignorance, and racism slay me. Bill Hicks, bell hooks, and Booker T. Washington slay me. Ditto with violence and the soulful sounds of violins. John Bonham’s drums and the relentless beatbox of time marching forward. Rosa Parks and Joan of Arc. 3D-printable guns and the orange-skinned terrorist-in-chief that’s the real Agent Orange. MLK’s strength and dreams slay me. Those who dream of a dreamless future slay me. George Zimmerman and Robert Zimmerman. “Candle in the Wind”, “The Wind Cries Mary”, and winds that sound like the soft breathing of my true love when she sleeps slay me.