Glass (Crank 2)

his phone.

“Hello, Quade…?”

Jail Regulars Will Tell You

Not to get busted on Friday

night. Law demands arraignment

within forty-eight hours. But

weekends don’t count.

Four days

before we might

be granted bail. (Highly

doubtful. We’re not only

flight risks, but mostly broke.)

Four days

before we can get a feel

for our future. Four days to

come to grips with the thought

we might be here awhile.

Four days

without a cigarette.

Smoke-free lockup. Whose

stupid idea was that? Inmates

in deep withdrawal. Idiotic!

Four days

without the monster,

and that withdrawal doubles

me over. Makes me sweat. Shiver.

Puke, in and out of the toilet.

Four days

wishing I were dead, instead

of screaming back at the monster.