She has a warrant out for her arrest.
The silvery points
of steel badges
all point in her
direction – spears
of light, of grace, of
terror.
Her fever warms
the concrete, her fear sets
stop signs afire. When
a doorbell rings, she thinks,
Small window.
When a siren calls, she hears
Love
Struck,
Love
Struck,
Love
Struck.
Please be informed: her heart is steeled, not stolen.