The Alpha and The Baker

by Roxie Ray

I’ve got more hair than stars in the sky and birthin’ hips that don’t quit. You need to come back to Earth, girlie.”

Sure enough, we found a little seating area meant for people to stop and rest or enjoy their meals. It was one of the few places I’d seen without any anti-homeless architecture, which was a relief. Maybe it was just the shifter in me, but I would never understand why there was such virulent hate for those who were unhoused. I didn’t understand why it was better to spend money on drilling uncomfortable handlebars onto a bench that made it unusable for pretty much everyone instead of helping people find homes.

If there was one thing I’d learned in the past few days, it was that dwelling on my anxiety did me no good. In fact, it tended to rob me of what joy there was to be had.