my neighbor,
the third-grade schoolteacher,
coming up the street
on crutches.
yo,
what happened, i ask her,
helping her
to sit down on the stoop
in front of her house.
oh, she said,
broke my leg
trying to block a police
car after
a criminal was arrested.
the front
tire ran
over my leg.
they didn't even stop, can
you believe that.
what about your face?
oh, that's nothing,
bear mace.
i got sprayed when i tried
to hang onto
the bumper of an unmarked van
as it
sped away.
i put some baking soda on
the peeling skin.
hey,
you should come out and block
traffic with us
on Saturday.
we're protesting
the killing of the drug traffickers
and cartel members
in their fishing
boats.
i get my wheelchair from Amazon
today.
let's see them run me over
when i'm in that.
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