|I walked over Aurora Bridge today.
It is a high place where people go
when they want to jump, end it all.
There's a sidewalk with a 10-inch
curb. When I'm on my bike, I some-
times stop to pick up the bigger bits
of plastic, a habit I learned up from
Molly Rouzie (who also writes rhym-
ing poetry). But since I was walking,
I decided to stoop for even itty-bitty
pieces, tempting as candy in the mor-
ning sun, Mt. Rainier small, far off.
They were like the teeth of an extinct
species. I placed one by one in my up-
turned palm and carried them all the
way to Queen Anne, the weight of
the world in my hand. It wasn't too
much to bear. Just the
of wasteful existence. I noticed they
were densest near the on-ramp.