a stranger cupped my
hand in hers at the curb
of the crosswalk, and looked
at me pleadingly.
I am funny about touch if
I don’t know you, and sometimes
even when I do, but I knew
something was wrong
when I saw her eyes dancing
like they were running away
from terror.
I tilted my head and leaned
into her personal space and
smelled fear.
caution warned me not
to turn around, so I didn’t,
but I could hear him
breathing.
a cop–woman, stood by
her cruiser a block away,
and sitting shotgun was her
partner. I looked at her, raising
my tethered hand, and then
looked at the silent woman,
and the cop knew.
the man started running
as soon as their eyes locked.
the silent woman sat in
the backseat, and closed
the cruiser’s door.
I walked two blocks home,
dangling my hand at my
side, twiddling my fingers,
feeling the lonesome lack of
the woman’s grip.
I prayed for her safety as
my pulse quickened.
This was my dream from last night. I hope it isn’t a premonition or a vision into what will happen.
A Cornered Gurl 
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