It’s Been Raining Published in Intermission, November 2018 poetry Pager Message: Your client who was at the Youth Detention Center is now not. I need a description of him.
Resourceful. Doesn’t like to stay put in one place too long. Current hopes and dreams are to secure a warm place to sleep where the drug trafficking is at a minimum and to have one adult in his life with a lick of sense who also occasionally buys food and has no outstanding warrants. Hobbies include learning to read and working on ways to manage hostility.
My Pager Response: White, shaved head, swastika tattoo on his left forearm, white power tattoo on the back of his neck. About 5’7”.
Pager Message: Any ideas how he’ll get home? That’s 20 miles for him to cover. And it’s freezing rain and dark.
I’m sure his Aunty will come to pick him up and they’ll have milkshakes at Big Boy’s where he will evaluate his life decisions and decide that crime doesn’t pay and then they will both conclude maybe a gap year is what is needed.
My Pager Response: He’ll take those train tracks by YDC. They go all the way into the city and to the west side right by his house. Also, he’ll be armed by the time he gets home. And it’s been raining on this kid since forever. He’ll make it back. Right back to where he came from.