the second time a man on the street
gave me his inhaler which caused an adrenaline
rush which caused my legs to move uncontrollably,
violently, but first, I was kettled by a swat team.
no, first a tank threw tear gas at me.
no, first a cop stood on the neck of George Floyd
and pressed hard and broadcast his malice
for the world.

and then I felt the floor
fall out of my living room,
crawled to the front door
until I got to the corner
where a man gave me his inhaler
and called 911.

 then I met Carey.

“Carey”