my watch, he said, and sell
it. It's a Rolex.
there's a pawn
shop
on K street.
the watch is in my coat pocket,
the black
coat with a suede collar,
it's in a closet,
take the watch,
the one with the blue
face,
the other one is fake.
but you have
to break a window
to climb in
and use a sixteen foot
ladder.
the alarm might go
off, so be quick about it.
i hate the food here,
and they took my belt
and shoelaces.
the man bunking next
to me is carving
something that he calls
his shiv.
he snores at night.
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