She Was A Real Butch Woman 


She was taking a pickaxe to the middle of the road. “Under there they laid cables” she said “nice fiber-optics, back in an optimistic time, and I’m going to use them.”
   “Are you an optimist?” I asked her. She looked at me.
   “I built this bike with my own two hands,” she said, “I won’t pick up and leave so soon, I never really got this digital age. I’ve always made things. I’m not going to cut and paste myself into a new world. I’m going to use these cables. Where’s your home, baby?”
I told her I was moving. 

She Was a Real Butch Woman, Lithograph, 2019