THAT GUY TOOK THE CORNER
from Uncle Mark.
Snatched it right from under him.
And it wasn’t peaceful.
Everybody
ran ducked hid tucked
themselves tight
blew their own eardrums gouged their own eyes.
Did what they’d all been trained to.
Pretended like yellow tape
was some kind of
neighborhood flag
that don’t nobody wave
but always be flapping in the wind.