the Google bus ran over
a half inflated latex glove
lying in the crosswalk.
one finger popped
like a gunshot,
then a Jag popped two more.
the only one left,
erect as a condom,
was the one in the middle.
Joe spilled his Peets
on his black Allstars
as he leapt back from the street.
swore that nothing
like that ever happened
back in Modesto.
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