7242017
"7242017"
we fought last night, her and
I, then we bumped. we got
half way and then had to
stop. the rest of her period
was lashing out and it chose
me to do it. “well, we’ll
have to wait until tomorrow,”
I told her, “everything
should be fine then.” after
that we cleaned up and
attempted to sleep. that was
when the boy came in and told
us about his day at work. he
got ready after the
conversation and left. we
crashed out and woke up only
to fight again. last night it
was about her, this morning
it was about me. she
showered. “there’s five
dollars in my wallet. take
that and get some cigarettes
on your way out.” she said,
“I was planning on stopping
to get us some packs anyway.
answer your phone when I call
you so you can come out to
get them.” she left then she
returned with my smokes and a
soda. “are you coming back or
staying at your place?” I
asked her. “I’ll let you
know,” she replied. I
returned to my place and sat
on my couch, listening to the
quiet I was now in. I lit up
a smoke and got the call from
my attorney. “Eddie, your
case is dismissed. it’s gone
and it won’t come back.” I
sat there, remembering a year
ago, wondering where I’d be
when I heard this. little did
I know I would’ve heard it
after two fights, a soda and
a pack of smokes. they say
the little things aren’t
important, that we must
disregard them and focus on
all that is bigger. if that’s
true, why did I write an
entire poem about the fights,
the smokes and a soda, when I
got the call that I was no
longer a criminal?
By: Chicano Eddie
7242017
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2017
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