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summons
by Angela Thomasi'm taking that wagon, and, fuck falling off,
i'm driving it all by myself to the impound,
all the while cussing out the cops because they
messed up my record and are taking my shit.
but, it's just an ice cream truck. no biggie.
not like it's on my permanent record. i mean,
what would it read anyays? 'Illegally parked
on forty-eighth and 5th Avenue in a no-standing
zone over a cross-walk.' I guess something like that.
My bosses accompanied me to a police station, flanked
by men in blue and women in red, while i twirled
my hair around a swollen finger with too much adrenaline
in the veins. so, the wagon is gone. they've taken it.
i'm off it. i'm drunk and angry. what's it mean to you? 05/07/2009 Posted on 05/08/2009
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