Today in the business district

[zara_capeverde]

I'm a barometer to insecurities,
measuring sweaty hair and readjusted clothes,
watching the rush of clipped heels and briefcases at red lights,
it's just me and the man on crutches going slow
until he swings ahead.
A man walks with his right hand fisted through a smoke haze blown
by the cigarette in his left,
and I'm pocketing frowns
for a sunny day.