Monday, March 19, 2007

Almost Gyped

Looking down

small hand reaching
for my wallet
hiding in my inside pocket.

It was a hand I did not know
sneaking, small, not one that
I knew.

I grabbed the hand and moved it
out and away from me, scratching
my neck with her fingernail.

Looking up at her I said damn you
and an odor came from her
or her baby.

She muttered something, rearranging
the babies' blanket
and quickly exited from the train.

From the platform, she
looked back at me and grinned,
holding up her hand

with two outside fingers
becoming a devil
extending to the sky.

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