to visit an old friend.
he's doing five to nine on
a bank robbery
that went awry.
he tells me he's religious
now as he puts his
hand up against
the bullet proof glass
that separates us
i put my hand against
his, which makes the guard
laugh for some reason.
so which religion are you
now, I ask him.
Presbyterian? Muslim,
Catholic?
Scientologist?
it depends, he says. i think
i'm all of them at the moment.
i'm covering my bases
on the whole heaven and hell
thing, plus you get your
sentenced reduced
if you attend services.
i could be out by next
Christmas.
so tell me about that new
bank in your neighborhood,
he says. how's the parking?
what's the set up
on the inside?
any guards with weapons?
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