published in Volume 2, Issue 3 on May 21, 1995
On my bicycle crossing LSU ponytail bouncing off my backpack Faggot Dopplers from a pickup truck one driver, one passenger between them a child. Before the capitol Huey Long had built and was shot down in crowds of flags are waving T-shirts rank with ragheads and camel jockeys insensitive as briar back home under snow. Staties were called for controlling the crowd for protecting flag and capitol not the small contingent of folks against the war So many insults so many threats against like-skinned like-capped people living in the same sorry state. I ride my usual trail atop the levee along the quiet lip of Mississippi and there the threesome stand the child yells there's that guy! the driver hushes him I stare the three straight through the eyes and see the river swirling Eve'nin' is all I offer them with thick down Maine Yankee accent bow and pedal on to the bridge base and return right past them one last time watching the Southern sun go down again.