Ride

Apropos of nothing
I’ll tell you

I was born in Jim Crow Miami +
Grew up in the age of white flight—

When the ubiquitous bumper sticker
Read: Will the last American leaving
Miami please bring the flag—

I lived the punk ethos in mind + speech
But never wore the costume—

So in lieu of some dramatic denouement—
I’m going for a bike ride

What I’m Reading:

“Here where the trees tremble with your flight 
I sit and braid thin whips to beat you down.”

— Djuna Barnes / “She Passed This Way”