frame by frame by second
how memory works:
you never forget the smell of tear
gas the way a crowd surges
forward and you quickening
to what matters–
pigeons still reeling across the sky
horse’s hot breath – the violence
when it comes – so familiar
you’re surprised the panic almost a
second thought what works
itself out: your body. carrying
your body. vision narrowing to pavement
to crowd – its light roar –
