Lawn Chair by Jasen Sousa

Lawn Chair

Tonight is the first night

my friend asks me for money

and does not lie,

telling me he needs it for food,

or to buy a gift for his girl or family.

He tells me straight up to let him

borrow some money to get high.

I guess you have to respect his honesty.

I tell him

I am not in the demolition business,

and that I am in the construction business

and I am not going to give him money to get high.

We play ball at Conway Park until the lights fade out,

and then we play a little more.

We sit in my car and listen to a little music,

and we talk until he nods off.

I drop him off

and he goes to sleep in a lawn chair in the backyard

until his girlfriend comes home.

First Published

Somewhere Lost

Library of Congress

Cataloging in Publication Data

ISBN 978-0-9714926-7-7

Jasen SousaJune 11, 2014Comment