By Anna Mitchell
I went to a city yesterday
(doesn’t matter which*)
where there were shiny cars
lined up like ants
and they almost blinded me
(that’s why I recoiled)
with their tint and their glint
for the sun was an unknowing tyrant.
So many cars in the city
makes me wonder what would happen
if I tossed a brick
that became myriad bricks
and smashed all their tinted windows
into itty bitty splintery shards
and freed the people.
Maybe they’d all spill out
onto the dusty pavement
liberated
minimally bloodied
and I’d toss them each
their own ripe oranges
to suck on like teats
so they might understand
how tart and mighty
true life is to the tongue.
* The city is known as Los Angeles.
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