Two Hoodie Day
Cold, hungry, morning with feet on the floor,
Last night a yellow convertible crashed,
Sam refused to swerve around the gathered cops,
I worried about waiting, what could happen next?
A chill slid down the back of my neck to my wing pins,
Inhaled breath slowly reached into my belly.
I pulled up my jeans, my two hoods, and hid.
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