Going to Broadway Junction used to be like the beginning of a fantasy novel.
“Only the very brave or the very foolish
to the Junction.”
“Our kind are not welcome
by folks who dwell in the depths of Brooklyn.”
“Few of us journey there and ever return!”
“Take care on your travels and be wary of monsters.”
Red and blue warbled the walls where my cousins slept
away from the windows.
I remember the relief my family had whenever I returned.
My limb inventory was successful and yet,
each time I came home, I was a little more jaded
than the last.
Like a war journalist who managed to survive the trenches
and lived to tell the tale.
– Rachel R. Vasquez, July 2017
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Broadway Junction used to be a dangerous place, but then again, so did Bushwick. How the times have changed.