Beneficience
Elbow the passenger side window.
Reach, grab, walk away. Don’t run.
Don’t look at your prize
until you’re a few blocks away.
Don’t think about what you left behind.
A square hole in the glass.
A handful of crumbs glittering on the leather.
A tiny vortex of rage
drilling into someone’s day,
hitting a vein of pure gold.
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