- Vol. 04
- Chapter 06
Image by Spooky Pooka
I can feel trouble in my bones
In my red, fringed bow ballerinas
I can feel surfaces again
hardness unyielding
to my toes, each pebble
conglomerated in the stub slabs
of the business district
each trip cobble defining
my quartier’s streets.
This week the road menders
were out fixing winter’s siege
the actions of frost and thaw
stones cemented into place
just in case they’re plucked
and smashed, a ready arsenal
to launch against false order
righteousness against women
and those, oh so many, causes
touching us these spring days.