The issue is this.
A soul on the Classon Ave. platform
today said to another soul (both souls
were young black kids) "CAUSE
YOU LOOK LIKE SUGARBEAR!!!"
A current of feet trickled by
while I wondered how much the word
"fecund" is the same as the word
"sexy," and why someone would say
"coverings" when they obviously mean
I was sorry to see the full souls go,
but Sugarbear is still with me,
and when the evening has ratcheted
into Saturday night, I'll trick my tail out
with clean blue jeans. My face
will be so fresh tonight.