a car, a former
police car with large wheels,
black
and dull,
the searchlight still
on the door.
decals removed.
baby moons. an elderly couple
inside.
the man at the wheel
swings it into
a spot beside you.
fast and smooth.
when he gets out you see
that he no arms.
he's wearing slippers,
not shoes.
into Walgreens they go.
the same as anyone
in an old p0lice car
going down the road.
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