(no subject)
A glance over the shoulder into the next car.
The only part of you that's unobscured, your left hand, gripping, massaging the steering wheel. The darkness of your skin is broken in one strip around your ring finger. The absence of a ring there almost more striking than the ring itself probably was.
I lean forward. In your seat is a distraught ghost of a man, talking aimlessly on his phone. How long does a black man have to wear a wedding ring in order for that patch of skin to become as light as the skin on my forearms?
You notice the light suffuse with scarlet and accelerate past me toward an empty home and heavier heart.
The only part of you that's unobscured, your left hand, gripping, massaging the steering wheel. The darkness of your skin is broken in one strip around your ring finger. The absence of a ring there almost more striking than the ring itself probably was.
I lean forward. In your seat is a distraught ghost of a man, talking aimlessly on his phone. How long does a black man have to wear a wedding ring in order for that patch of skin to become as light as the skin on my forearms?
You notice the light suffuse with scarlet and accelerate past me toward an empty home and heavier heart.