GRIEF AND RESISTANCE

Grief and Resistance

were drinking

Negra Modelos

and

sharing

a Nachos Grande

at the bar in Benny’s

Burritos

on

a Tuesday

late afternoon.

“We should do something,”

said Grief.

Resistance

was

gazing

out the window

at a woman

pushing

a double

pram, containing a toddler

bundled in a blue

snowsuit

on

one

side

and two large

Citarella

bags

on the other.

“What?”

said

Resistance,

hardly feigning interest.

“We should do something,”

said

Grief.