she sees this time is him stroking
her hair, a gesture of such intimacy
she couldn't believe he'd reach out and fondle her
in front of another officer,
even if she was off-duty.
She and her friend had been talking
about how Jan was to be Watch Commander
and whose ass she'd chew, being Jan:
nothing personal mind you,
her friend mentioned his name
and said, Oh look
and it was him wearing sunglasses
a different green jacket than the one he wore all winter.
He was working
and wouldn't join them but
while he waited for coffee he drifted
over and stood beside their table
just long enough to caress her
as if his hands didn't know
he was still talking
and she, she leaned into his touch
as if it were home.
a closed category
where's your discretion?
the Queen of Mean
looks like she belongs on the back of a bike, another
officer once said
what are the odds?
outside, the Queen of Mean waiting for caffeine; she
elicits full confessions from rapists, pats them on the
bonding technique used in interrogation
The difficulty presented