"Achitechtureally,

  it's just a fucking parking lot mahn." 

  They'd gave chase but didn't veer off.  Wedged the fucking ship in between apartment buildings.  Then 

  My black sister slammed a talking text machine shut and was about to throw it over the pond but clutched it like a throat in front if her and shook it and put it in mama's long coat pocket. 

  It was a sub

  Rammed it wedged 

  Now we're stuck in this Godforsaken place ahg 

  Still

  There's always tomorrow.

  That's what they swore to Anashtazhia.

  The thing rang.  One hand twisted the coat pocket into a knob and held it out from her thigh.  An arrow shot through it.  She shed the coat.  Cammo fatigues.  American flag patch on arm.  Follow those thighs, a voice unseen ordered.  Another everybody's Dad grabbed the woman squarely by the shoulders.  "I need you to focus," he said looking into her face.  She nodded gently.  The man stepped out if the way of the collected helpers.