I check my cross in the mirrors Of car windows – a black smear. It could be mistaken for a bruise. Why am I afraid to be seen with it? The Teslas bear their hawklike T’s, The guys in AA their face tattoos, The bus stops their tags. I walk Like someone who has something
Ash Wednesday
Ash Wednesday
Ash Wednesday
I check my cross in the mirrors Of car windows – a black smear. It could be mistaken for a bruise. Why am I afraid to be seen with it? The Teslas bear their hawklike T’s, The guys in AA their face tattoos, The bus stops their tags. I walk Like someone who has something