Curbside Manner MAG

By Allison Woodworth, San Diego, CA

I am the troubled soul that spraypaints “No”
In the same block letters on the same city curbs, curbs you
Stumble over (WALK DON’T WALK),
Curbs you feel intimately toward, having hunched chin to palm
palm to elbow
elbow to bent knee
as if waiting for a Disneyland parade to marvel at
and instead you’re left with my denial
and to wonder what question
I’ve taken to answering
On curbs.

Similar Articles


This article has 2 comments.

Jackie said...
on Jan. 11 2009 at 6:28 am
I loved the poem, I was hooked by the title at first, but once I read the first line I knew I had to finish it.

crich897 said...
on Dec. 2 2008 at 6:44 pm
Cool title. Didn't like the poem.


MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!