is, of course, Trey. I dial
his cell. No answer but voice
mail. “Please call me. I need help.”
Sleep.
I need sleep.
While I wait for
Trey’s call, I’ll catch
a little nap. I drive to an
out-of-the-way parking place,
climb over the seat into the back.
Warmth.
I need warmth.
Snow on the ground
outside, it’s freezing in
here. No blanket in my car,
I burrow into my big overcoat,
tuck my face against my arm, catlike.
Buzz.
I need a buzz
to get me through
this time of trial. Sleep.
I’ll sleep, then I’ll catch a
buzz. It’s under the seat in front
of me and that’s a comforting thought.
It’s Dark
When I wake up, dark and bitter
cold. My thoughts scatter
like a swarm of mosquitoes.
I know I’m in the backseat
of my car, but I can’t remember