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Poetry

Sioux City, 201(something)

rifling through

the books

in a cramped

store

a little old man

starts following

me

I move

he moves

he has

me cornered

and picks up

a book

+ starts

reading

from page one

I feel trapped

and picture

the hundreds

of horrible

things I can

do to get out

finally

I run him over

like someone

who actually

knows anything

about football

slamdunk!