When the phone rings, I pick it up. Earlier today, I accepted a collect call
from King
County Detention Center.
"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 the light.
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. |
