At Least They're Committed

“In a white room,” said Eddie Pells …

“With black curtains,” . . . Cindy added.

“At the station,” I said, not even looking up from my keyboard.

I had that once. Make that twice.

We’re standing on the corner of 14th and Lawrence. Charlotte, standing taller than us, says, “Remember this, it will not last,” I wanted to protest, but I knew better.

She was right.

So, I wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

I didn’t hit the button. I cried too long and too hard.