We’ll use the whole damn lane.
AN ODE/ANTHEM/VILLANELLE TO THE STREETS BY WILLIAM HUBERDEAU
I envy the hood kids who ride through Ghent, taking up the road. When I get my new bike, I’ll pop a wheelie, flexing at the snitch car oafs. “My neighbors in Park Place don’t call it loitering! We’re taking back these streets!”
My grandma was still in the ICU.
CHEESEBURGERS FOR LUNCH BY KASE JOHNSTUN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 77