Martin Luther King Blvd Roxbury
I offended the crossing guard.
Then fuck it, I offended his wife
who was keeping warm in the car.
I don’t think she noticed.
Her husband threw his placard.
I felt tiny spiders on my face
I am assuming they were tiny spiders,
could have been blood or angst.
I had him by a few years
that is all, yet knew his rationale
to wear his orange parenthetically.