Out after dark in what was left of the Combat Zone
we ate raw sushi next to Big Mo's Live Sex,
next to Lanny’s Topless Extravaganza.
Then held at gunpoint
by a man who wanted more than noisemakers
for his New Year's Eve. How things had come
so undone for him—his night steeped
in last year’s deficit. Just the nose
of the gun poking his cotton sweatshirt
enough to make it play in real time.