behind Johnson
within three hundred and fifty
feet
footsteps away
we walked-more like we stumbled-
on an ACT break
into a sequin, fairy haven
this was the nutcracker on ice
and it was iced
it was white and iced
it had hordes of groupies
all clutching handbags
and clutching breath as the fairies attempted
clutches on ice
in air.
clutching breath as hordes of
college bound scholars-
thoseasianblackmexicans-stopthinkingthat-theyarewithawhitegirl-
clutching thoughts.
who were these?
superhuman,
otherworldly?
and to think,
we've never been here.
behind the cloaks in our wardrobe
but shouldn't we own this
in our pride
our
Johnson pride.
Let's mural that on this rink.
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