‘Gimme the money!’
he said
in my face
my face staring straight
long lashes pointing like cutty grass
sharpening a knife
‘Gimme the keys!’
she said
between two unfinished corners
footsteps sidestepping a rusty nail
tripping over indignity
as it crawled between the wall space
catacombs
‘Gimme the fucking money!’
‘Gimme the fucking keys!’
a grab, a push and a shove
takes the piss, misses the bowl by a mile
handbags with long straps are useless.
Max was only vinyl like a 45
with a great big hole in the middle
only good for one thing
my arm hurts my shoulder plug
ripped from its wall socket
my power bill standing on end
like the hairs on the back of my neck
I guess he got the money
I can’t figure out where I put the keys
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Poetry Out West 
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