- Vol. 04
- Chapter 06
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.