Typical City

On business days, colorful dresses, tight skirts, and pantsuits wrap around Latin curves as high-heels click on the sidewalk.

Expensive suits drive exotic leases, honking as they cut each other off at each stoplight, crappy techno-pop blasting as they text and drive block by block.

The sun drops below canal-drained Miami-Dade County.

Deliverymen roll down the doors of their trucks and storeowners push shutters across their storefronts. Students walk from MDCC Wolfon Campus to the Metro-Rail and condo-dwellers pick up poop as their little dogs take them for their evening walks.

Men and women scavenge from City of Miami garbage cans, hunting for protein and carbohydrates.

Escorts exit buildings clad in hooker gear, stepping off curbs into shiny cars.

Crackheads walk around with crackhead wedgies, wiping their snotty noses with their tattered shirtsleeves.

A couple kids come flying down 2nd street on skateboards.

We’re all equal down here on the concrete.