late last night, there was major police activity in my dodgy neighborhood. choppers overhead, some serious police car sirens. and no text from the guy. he said he’d drop by after his shift. he actually said probably.
on my iPad left on, an awkward frame from a porn video smoldered as i labored to sleep the ruckus away. my feet unheeded by the feeble ac bristled like kindling.
early dawn, i woke up to the drilling of the rotors of a helicopter. the chopper’s spotlight straddled the length of my bed mullioned only by my body in desuetude.