November 2018
Orienting Oneself to Overpasses
by Jake Bailey
Concrete pillars, vehicular veinshumming with reckless rush-hour traffic,bag weighing heavy on footpath,sensations rise, anxious anticipations,magnets drawn to ledge—doors that,once opened, can never atonefor what is on the other sideof steps scraping gravel and gum along cigarette butttrails littered with voices asking for change—