THE RIGHT
I must
remind
myself
the man
next to
me in
this cafe
slurping
expensive
porridge
with brown
butter
biting
the spoon
as he
scrolls
through
4chan
has as
much
right to
eat his
breakfast
as I do.
CONFRONTATIONAL PARADE
I say hey watch it
and stumble out the way of an
oversized balloon shaped like a dog
leaving another dog’s mouth.
All I want is an apple but no one
is picking these days. I plant
myself on the sidewalk. I watch
a troupe of triple titted dancers.
A bear as small as my fist.
An unenthusiastic gymnast
turning limpid flips.
The blue hand reaches in
to scratch behind my ears.
I say thanks God that’s good.
The hand pulls away. The light with it.
