Privilege Stories

Large ice blue eyes towered over my head, bullying me into accepting his reality. Of course, I nodded, agreed, appeased. I changed the accounting codes facilitating the theft of expensive cases of wine. The whole company set its sharp teeth against my unwillingness to let him steal. My thoughts about his "reality" rumbled like angry thunder through my hidden emotions, causing my face to tick as I typed. An hour later I le...

I go back to walk on privileged streets to find the poem that I lost. I see pillars here and ivy there and potholes in between. There are stacks of places, people spaces. I think I’d go crazy up there. There are towers and gables and shingles at odd angles all doll-houses blown up to life-size. And the people like husks float around in the dusk with all their life sucked out. They go to little places and work in little sp...