OverTheRainbow

lines on the road paralyze me redefine me reignite a sort of otherworldly longing in me orange blurs into yellow blurs into black lines blink in and out of a parallel existence / red was never a factor in this but you could never chalk red into yo

this old sink,

hanging onto the wall by a thread

and a rusted pipe,

gushes water that still runs clear,

even after the generations of girls 

(in pig- and pony-tails, braids and loose) 

IZIMA

Be careful, Izima.

BONG. BONG. BONG. Three o'clock and all's well, I thought, peering out the front windshield of taxi 38, the black-and-yellow 2018 Toyota I've been carting New Yorkers around in every day for five years. Everybody knows me.

IZIMA

Be careful, Izima.

at least one

red white blue starry flag

big or small

billowing from the golden flagpoles that adorn

at least every house

in this country,

proclaiming

nationalism capitalism idiocy.

at least one