on our way to get some booze
into our bodies before last call
my wife is driving and sees
two bodies chasing another
across the street and then
one is on the ground and
they are on top of him

she turns, accelerates
slams on the brakes inches from
hitting them holds down the horn

i open the door and start to step out
they stop attacking and turn towards us
shaved heads shining under the streetlights
brandishing baseball bats

i sit back down in the car and close the door

one yells get the fuck out of here
my wife yells you get the fuck out of here
fuck you

they walk across the street slowly
get into a silver dodge stratus and drive off
while we're getting the victim into our
back seat and calling the cops

he's about sixty
half cut
nose bright red against his
pale cheeks
skin and bones swimming in an
extra large polyester jacket

the man's story is
they come up to him asking
'are you a white supremacist'
'well i don't'
he gets a bat upside the head and
figures he better start running

we didn't get a license plate
the cops don't seem interested
and then we are
on our way to get some booze
into our bodies before last call

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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