wake up and your car is gone,
you sigh.
you walk up and down
the street
thinking that maybe, just
maybe
you didn't park it in front
of your house
like you've done
a thousand times.
but it's gone, so you call
the police,
they tell you it's been towed.
your inspection sticker
is one day late.
condo rules, the inbred man,
says, cross eyed, with no teeth.
he's jittery
behind the plexiglass
and iron mesh, smoking
a hand rolled cigarette.
you slide him money
through the narrow slot,
and he slides you a receipt.
predatory towing at its best.
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