a call from you at 4am by Angela Thomasand then there is the thought of you standing sweaty
in the front yard dealing with some hopped up, red necked cop,
your book discarded on the lawn where it fell when he hit
it out of your hand. and there i am in inside watching
quietly from the window until i see the contrast of his single
white finger hits your chest. the ground moves too
quickly under my feet and i'm the one talking now,
give me your badge number, NOW. petty officer
45291 stares at me like i'm his wife and i just found
him with hand up his daughter's skirt at the neighborhood
picnic. sir, i'm going to bring a media shitstorm and i'm
going to make your head spin. he huffs, puffs, and walks
back to his squad car, the weight shifting under his frame as he ducks
hastily into the door. i hold the footage. see you on the ten o'clock! 06/14/2008 Posted on 06/14/2008 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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