When I have extra time on my hands I often return to the image of
A slender short-cut blonde worker in a long burnishing coat, stooped chain-smoking on the corner of the street. She removes her mask to reveal a Cheshire smile I have seen many times before on court.
the way I connect the dots… I wonder aloud: is Kathy racist?
I stare out of the hospital window in futility while the familiarity of the character disturbs me.
It’s my red wheelbarrow.