White square. black square. White square. black square. White square. black square.
Left foot, right foot. Left white, black right.
Hood down, knockoff beats on, sunglasses on.
Head down, back stiff, eyes squinted.
This is how I made my way from the entrance of the mall to my dad’s cheese shop at the north end every day after classes. No deviation. Same path every day, along the same tiles on the ground, give or take a tile to the left or right of my normal path, if there were people (obstacles) in the way. I greeted nobody, nobody greeted me, and that was exactly how I liked it. From the second I parked my hand-me-down Vespa scooter in the parking lot to the time I stepped back behind the musky wooden counter at dad’s and put on the black “Marty’s Cheeses and Meats” apron, I didn’t exist.
Today started out no different.
White square, black square. White square, black square. White square, bla-
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