ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE & WAR
i have a habit of reaching out & running my hands along the sides of automobiles as they pass in the street. sometimes i tap out drumbeats on a sidedoor. there’s a funny disconnect, i think, in the mind of a driver that renders them unattached to the wider world past the dashboard, where they watch the road like a television set… half a finger stuck up their nose & staring like we cannot see through the windshield glass.
yes, i have a habit of touching this sad parade as it cuts me off on foot in the crosswalk. walking home from work this afternoon was no exception, i rapped my hand against each stupid window of a limousine that had run a red light only to be stuck in the intersection at montgomery & sutter streets. & in the next lane, another nosepicker (in theory) was on a cell phone, oblivious to the angry horns of the drivers he was blocking… but he couldn’t ignore me when i ran & slid across the shiny gray hood of his expensive couch. i haven’t done that since i was a teenager w/a skateboard.
he gave me the finger. in return, i gave him the most honest smile he saw all day. i’m sure of it.
