One quick step.
I go to the railing,
tilt my face over, into
a cold, black breeze.
Into death,
reaching out for me.
It touches my face,
tempting me,
It’s easy.
No! Not yet. I throw
myself into reverse,
head back to the motel.
Bright and Early
The next morning, Brad
calls on his way to work.
Glad you’re up. Is
everything okay?
“I’ve been up since day
before yesterday. And
everything’s fucked,
like anyone gives a shit.”
Okay, I’m kind of bitchy.
Several reasons for that.
Brad ignores the jab. I talked
to Cesar. He’s good with
meeting you. After work?
“Sure. Pick me up? You
know where to find me.”
For the second time I’m
about to become intertwined