I came here, meaning to go home reenergized. But now
I don’t want to return to the artificial “home” created by
my parents, my child. All of a sudden I feel more at home
with a forgotten friend and a complete, very cute stranger.
That Idea
Vanishes
instantly,
with the
mere mention of money.
Trey said the glass was pricey.
Now he clarifies, So the eight
ball is three hundred.
I suck in breath like
it hurts to find it,
confess, “I only have
two hundred with me.”
Trey tsks. Can’t do a
ball for a deuce. More
like a couple of g’s.
Two grams is plenty.
But the monster is a
greedy prick. “Can’t
we work something
out? I’m good for the
rest, I swear.” Trey
gives an uh-huh look.
But he says, Well, I do
get to Reno sometimes.
Why not?
Why not?