When the phone rings, I
pick it up. Earlier today, I accepted a
collect call from King County Detention
"The cost of this call is $1.65. Press O
to accept." O I pressed. A friend of
mine busted, he explained his innocence.
I spent the day inside, organizing my
past, happy that the choice was
mine. Where he is, they never turn out
Coffee, bath, a book, sometimes I lament
the lack of adventure in my life. This
is too easy, it can't be right.
Afternoon kitchen chat over glasses of
water with my upstairs neighbor, coming
out sun sliced by wood blind slats.
She says move to Prague, break free of
mossy Seattle routines. I agreed but
haven't committed. Change is scary.