I heard the words on the street, coming out of mouths of two apparently middleclass, middleaged, middlemanagement white guys, simultaneously: "you are Iran."
Fuckina, I ran. I ran like the revolution was being won in my colon.
And running, and running past swimming pools, suburbs, libraries, I saw men in slacks raise their fists.
And running, and running on white clad feet, padded, protected, and insulated, I ran like the revolution could.
And I ran with the revolution, she showed me fear, anger, and how to kill her,
How to run instead of fight
How to rule instead of lead
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