Transgressive

I spot him in the Longs Drugs off of Waialae Avenue. Bespectacled and wearing a Missouri Review t-shirt that sticks out like a flare in the night sky. This man purchasing a loaf of bread and two-liter Pepsi, methinks, has the look of a poet. I run into the street and call out his name—Garrett Hongo! You don’t know me but you may recognize these hands. They were strengthened and broken on the same mill.