with us. Share a “not guilty” plea
to several charges, including
possession of and trafficking
methamphetamine, importing
it across the state line.
The only other thing we’ll
share for quite a while is our
fate. Already indexed
in that mostly unwritten
book is extradition.
Nevada wants us also.
Serious charges there, too.
No longer will Trey and I share
an apartment, a car, a bed. Won’t
share a pipe. A cigarette. A kiss.
Won’t share promises.
Dreams.
Vows.
We will, however, share one
very special thing, in the not-
too-distant future. A baby. All
that poking, prodding, and analysis,
in search of AIDS or Hep C, netted
that information. Guess it’s too
late to make that appointment
with Planned Parenthood.
I only hope I’m out of jail
before that big day comes.
One Option
Can shorten my stay.