Crank (Crank 1)
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I grabbed my “hideables.”
Out the window. Down the wall
like a spider, on night prowl.
No way to call him to come
and get me. How would I ever
get myself into Reno?
One way came to mind.
I swallowed my fear
and stuck out my thumb.
Anyone Could Have Come Along
A rapist.
A serial killer.
Brendan.
Lucky me.
I drew a cop.
The black and white
approached slowly,
crept past.
Brake lights flashed.
Thank God I
thought to reach
into my pocket
and toss the contents
into the weeds
as he pulled to the shoulder,
red and blue revolving.
I wasn’t high,
but I felt buzzed.
I wasn’t holding,
but I broke out in fear sweat.