Putting Everyone at Risk
Because of the storm, the intersection is pure
chaos, there are more lights out than the city
can manage with their tart morsels of our money, and here
you are, putting everyone at risk. Your car half
on the street, half over curb, riding sidewalk—you,
turning tail as if someone is after you. Stranger—
we all hope someone is after you. All of us
here waiting at the intersection, our insides
fruiting with malice, we wish you harm, we look
down on you from our vehicles, we see you
for who you really are. We think you are
all wrong, and for a moment we are
united in your seething wrongness—a chain
of pinkies linked together in an oath, a colony of ants
stumbling into the same oblivion,
a crown of bitter flowers. Here are our arms
crooked around one another’s arms; here we
are calling you over and over and over.
2020-05-03 09:34:07
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