Sizing Up the Vagabond
Donora Hillard

I walk slowly into oncoming traffic
as a coping mechanism, the fake name
I used once. I say we conceive, call
him Brickel. You, animal. With your
tweed and your Uzi, your arm like
a cane-pull that beds me. Delicious.
The upstairs lamp’s been on for days.

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