Photo: Tracie Mitchell, iStock Photos
I try
to find a street
In the white
fog.
I shortcut through backyards
of angry
homeowners
with high
fences in
a
bleak, gray industrial area.
A
pissed-off homie with a machine gun
makes me
sit and wait.
I
escape.
It is night,
now.
I am
lost.
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