The Man Who Would Be Mugged

by Brandon Hyer

He was dressed all in winter’s
marginalia and his loneliness. Other
than that, of course, he didn’t

have anything. He wanted
some stranger that would see something
in him worth taking, that would force

him to empty his pockets
at knife point, and their
expectation would create

what was there: a used
piece of light, perhaps, lamp-eyed
and lousy, or a gnarled

collection of chokecherries,
scumbled and cloying in their juices.
He wanted their expectation

to create a sliver
of something wild in him, an object
he would utterly miss
if only they would take it.


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