Encounter
ENCOUNTER
Even without the unblinking stare
of high-beams igniting your rearview,
keeping it between the lines is hard
enough, which would explain the officer
who’s been tailing you since you can recall
now tapping on your window. All
stills. You cut the transmission.
He calmly demands total submission
on the shoulder, extracting you
from the driver’s seat on the firm grip
of a question. There’s no question
of rescue. It’s just him and you
now, face to face. He blinds you
with his light and calls you by name
across the narrow and straight.
You feel like you’re walking on water.
You spill everything. Making it home
will take another miracle, even
a final confiscation of the keys.
No, sir, you're not fine. Follow me.
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