She Don’t Take It From Nobody
Lying in bed in the dark
someone with a flashlight
carving lines and circles on her walls
searching
she rolls, ducks the flashlight’s beam
closes her hand around her red tennis shoes
slips out the front door
charges the corner of the house screaming waving
a big silver blade
sees surprise sudden fear
in the eyes staring from behind the black face-mask
his retreating figure
growing smaller in her sight
while she chases him
screaming
dew grass clawing
the hem of her long nightgown
She thinks probably she would have caught him
if she hadn’t been carrying a machete.
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