by Jennifer KronovetAt dusk the birds roost in the same two trees: American. Don't look at me walking making me that person walking. We don't meet at the questions. Why these trees? They stand beside the bakery that decorates pastries with sugar made to look like sawdust. We meet at the corners of fact: Subway tunnels present ads appearing to move but we are moving. Two children smile closer together because they are eating bread.
