a woman, fenced in her
front yard,
watches me walk
towards her
on the sidewalk
she labors in the
moisture
of the city heat
& is offended
by my t-shirt &
my smile
"who the hell do
you think you
are?"
she says to me
as i pass her.
"everything you
wish you could be,"
i say back,
continuing towards
downtown.
-published in Pitchfork