by Joanna Gilman Hyde

My Brother Howard’s Birthday, The Hawk Portico 3:05pm

I ain’t playin’

when I see that Brinks

armoured truck runnin’ grey along

the front windows of Sobey’s

I ain’t playin’

when I feel a surge in My Heart

when I see them bullet-proof men

stagin’ them bags of money —

I gots Mine –

I’m safe