Dog Yard

They enter the dog run like worms squiggling into humid clay. Large man with spaniel. Two Komondor puppies tugging at their hideous white cords. High-heeled woman clasping a leather leash, asthmatic Affenpinscher pulling her toward a rickety mastiff with a sweet old rump but salty breath, like fried chicken and waffles. Wall Street was first, then Oakland and the university campuses. Now, here, I make my stand: Occupy Winsdor Dog Park, on the corner of McWilliam and Winsdor. Race is a biological fiction. Breeds are socially constructed. The Long Tail is no business paradigm. I am dog. ¡Viva la Revolución.

Photo credit: Terry Bain