THE PAPER KNIFE: replacement ceremony
Once, near the hookah bar, I shouted
and clapped while a shirtless girl
tore a road sign out of the sidewalk
and dragged it past the church, banging,
the metal to the asphalt, and screaming,
the clanging not unlike bells.
I swallowed tear gas so splendidly,
serenely, then ran past the…
