*This Magic Moment*

The labor shortage¬† Allows a city employee,  To lower their head, oblivious to passing strangers To aim their leaf blower And push debris toward the curb, where a street sweeper  Collects our cigarette butts, dead foliage, hair follicles, receipts, bottle caps, paint flecks, toilet paper scraps  And lip skin gnawed apart in strip search fashion, Continue reading “*This Magic Moment*”