12:25 p.m. - 2009-08-02
My head is pillow turned jello,
Stepping into the police station to file a report turned into smirks.
Their boredom turned
"arrest" or "arrests"
My phone call became your flee which became the tornado siren, the wind, the downpour.
The rookie turned into rain,
and they all became the song "woo hoo!"
i became wringing hands,
ten bucks at a gas station
for a homeless woman's cigarettes, sandwich, and energy drink,
her crazy, child smile,
her forgetting about me
as i silently walked out.
walking out, walking away, driving in tornadoes and floods
washing, cleaning up