Wandering through
Seattle for
Ice cream after
Indian food
Taken hostage by
Hijabis who made
Me feel like
I was family
Moody under the
Drone of streetlights
Being strung along
By three vibrant scarves
Contrasted by
Leather jackets
And black clothing
And cursing
Titans with a sure-
Footed swagger
Wandering, though, up
Blocks we know
Bylamps that grind
Like fireworks