Tagged

Same initials. Same shade of green.

Three blocks apart. The best tag I've seen.

Same slant like they're running away

from something. Or running to stay.

Someone is leaving their name everywhere,

marking the world like they care,

like they need the city to see

that they existed, that they were free.

The letters are precise, not angry or wild.

Just someone who needed to reconcile

their need to be known with a city that's vast,

so they write on the walls to make something last.

I keep finding them. Keep tracking the trail.

Keep thinking about this person's tale—

how much bravery or desperation it takes

to write your name on walls and stakes.

The city will buff it. Will paint over fast.

But for now, this moment will last.

This person has marked the world and I see.

They've written themselves and they've set themselves free.