Riding bikes passed corrugated backyard fences. I wonder if their heads sit high enough on their bikes to see the splotchy grass and goose-necked roses.
Yellow and white heads weighed heavily down by their bulky beauty. Or maybe they are too tired of staring at the sun all day and needed to bow down to the Earth – taking a break from Sun worshipping to face dirt.
Steel fences and secret rose gardens.
Cyclists don’t wear helmets on dirt roads.
What was the first one again? Oh ya – an urban streetscape facing a back alley or intersection – there was a guy who entered the bottom of the frame with an ice cream or cell phone.
Don’t shoot. My mistake. I’m not sure why my writing is leading me here – but it is recalling current gun violence and hatred and deep, entrenched, and purposefully actioned systemic racism.
A man was shot 60 times by police for a traffic stop – excuse me, a Black man was shot 60 times by police for a traffic stop –
and the other day as I doom-scrolled through Instagram I saw a white woman dancing on her street mocking two cop cars as they left – don’t quote me on this but it was something to do with a cardboard sign she painted about her clit. Her neighbour had called the cops on her, but they could “do nothing” because of “free speech” or something.
She is free-ish in the States because she is white. However – the state has her uterus… or they try…
where rivers are born 