HER CONCRETE PLEA / by David Jones

Where are you?

Sitting on the curb, paralyzed.


Because I was arrested last night.

What happened?

I didn’t do anything.  They ran my plates and I have an outstanding warrant.

From your DUI?

I’m really fucked.  They impounded my car.

Why didn’t you call me?

You’re the last person I’d call.


Because I love you and you don’t love me.

But I would have helped you.

You would have screamed at me, because I was late again.

So, why did you call me now?

Because you’re not as hard as this fucking concrete.

So come home.