Green River
You are in a house on a block with other houses that look just like yours. You are part of a family. There are other families in the other houses. Those families look like your family. A mom, a dad, children. A community alongside other communities in a town in a city in a county. A pattern.
You know you are not like them. They know they are not like you. But everyone is uncertain just how much disparity there is. You stay quiet like this. Keep to yourself. Pay attention. Head down, eyes up. Continue reading “Green River”