Tonight's Poet Corner: A Simple Vandal
A Simple Vandal by Belinda Roddie I spray paint the walls when the adrenaline feels like acid in my veins. I can say anything on the concrete - scrawl any motto or prayer or question on my mind with an aerosol can - and as long as I don't hear the sirens, my message leaves an anonymous stain on the side of the building. Of course, sometimes city workers wash off my words in a matter of days, maybe hours. Everything is temporary, even your ability to speak your mind. Or write it in vapor so it lingers just long enough that you can convey your thoughts without facing any of the consequences. Tonight, I went to the abandoned community house and tattooed it with my own fears and irrational desires. I drew a silhouette of a president with bad hair and an even worse personality. Somehow, a strange anxiety settled in my head: That he would swoop down like the vindictive vulture he is and shred me up with his talons. Then I remembered that even he's too pett