West Lindsay Street

He’s zigging down the sidewalk,

His left leg amputated just above the knee,

His right leg stretching out in front of his wheelchair

To pull him forward awkwardly,

His right hand whirling the right wheel of his chair,

But don’t make the mistake of staring at him.

His left hand holds a churro-on-a-stick

That he just bought at the taco truck,

And he’s busy eating that,

But not too busy to say,

What the f*** you looking at?!”

And cuss you as he passes by.

He’s alive, dammit!

And his girlfriend has sex with him

Every night.

“What you got to say?”

He challenges.

And he will answer for you,

“Dammit all anyway!”

Just in case you don’t know what to say.

-jenn