pepper spray in our hands,
our money
stuffed in
our socks,
our phones hidden
away
we decide not to take
the subway
when we see blood
running
down
the stairs,
and hear a piercing
scream.
instead we get in a cab,
where the driver
says
the meter is broken,
and we have
to pay
up front, or he's not
taking us
to Broadway.
we do as he says,
and hang on
as he
speeds like a madman
through signs
and lights.
pedestrians jumping
out of the way.
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