We’ll use the whole damn lane because it’s a public place that we own.

I envy the hood kids who ride through Ghent, taking up the road. When I get my new bike, I’ll pop a wheelie, flexing at the snitch car oafs. “My neighbors in Park Place don’t call it loitering! We’re taking back these streets!”

AN ODE/ANTHEM/VILLANELLE TO THE STREETS, AND THE HOOD, AND THEIR PEOPLE, DEDICATED TO THE NORFOLK HOOD KIDS WHO SAID THEY’D KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR MY STOLEN BIKE BY WILLIAM HUBERDEAU 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 77