"Gimme That Bag"
"Gimme That Bag"
It was dark.
I walked east up Winston St.
on prison grey pavement
below my studio.
A red gym bag slung over my shoulder.
I pass a man.
We nod.
Tall. Athletic.
Looks like a basketball player.
About to turn the corner, when
my spine froze.
"Gimme that bag."
"No"!
He grabs at the bag.
Rigs it off me.
I mace him.
"HELP"
"HELP"
Pumped up in blue air Nikes
I chase him half way to Main St.
and stop.
What would I do if I caught him?
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