rings
at midnight. it's a collect
call
from the county jail.
it's someone i haven't
talked
to in five years.
there's a Rolex
watch in
the pocket of my tuxedo,
it's hanging in the bedroom
closet
next to my
Sam Snead golf clubs,
the man says.
i need you
to sell it
so that you can get me
out of here.
i need the money to
post bail.
the condo is locked,
but after you scale the wall of the
gated community,
there's a window
on the second floor
that i leave cracked for when
i smoke.
you just need a ladder
to climb in.
try not to waken Amber
who likes to sleep late in my bed.
please help.
they've taken my belt,
my shoelaces,
i'm down to my underwear,
you have
to get me out of here.
the man
sleeping next to me has a
swastika
tattooed on his forehead
and a bug
infested beard.
and would you mind checking
on my black Jaguar,
it's parked in front
of the courthouse in a handicap
spot.
maybe move it until i get out.
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