the baleful primal

the distinction of women is wide.

this morning, a woman panicking came outside, crying.
she had bootlegged for some girls on the eleventh floor. they tried to take her phone and her wallet. my heart screams murder.

this morning, I got in an uber to go to work. it was a woman driving, a rarity itself.
red leather seats, bejeweled steering wheel rim, clean, quiet, elegant. I tried to quiet my heart.

this morning, I hugged a woman who was living through a rough patch, only to be ushered to work by a woman, where I will work with other women to get our jobs done. and the days keep turning.

the distinction of women is wide.