She sat in her car and cried at the
Intersection of Hamilton and Cross, the traffic lining up behind her. It was the busiest and most
Lawless corner in all of Ypsi, before the construction fixed the sad
Excuse for infrastructure. I switched lanes and drove on,
Not sure if kind words from a stranger would
Calm or incite. Unsure if my appearance would ease or frighten.
Even now, I think about how I don't know the answer. Even now, I regret and wonder.
About the Creator
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I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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