Gris-Gris, an online journal of literature, culture & the arts

POV Through the Subjective Camera

after Dark Passage

by Kathleen Hellen

Young, sweet, healthy…you’re ducking
sirens in a cab on the lam from San Quentin.
No buying time. No angle

on the other side…something crashes.
A pressure in your chest
against the cage of your intention.
Fear swelling…

something hollow
like a bullet paralyzing. Ask

Bogey. It’s all about last chances—
slim as they are, she is. Eyes tilted up.
The angel in plaid.

She’s cool as a cuke
when they warn her the killer’s loose…you,
the master of impermanence
on the lift to the fire escape.