Weekend Solo by Jasen Sousa

Weekend Solo

My friends call me

all week.

“There’s no one else around, just let me borrow a few bucks please, I promise. I’ll pay you back.”

“Hey, I’m in a real bad spot now. I feel like using, I know it’s late, but if you want to hang out and talk for a few I’d really appreciate it.”

“Hey asshole! I’ve been trying to get in touch with you the last few days. I got bad news. Call me back when you get this. Asshole!”

“You got any furniture moves coming up? Last one we did together was some good dough. Remember that granite kitchen table? That was nuts. Hit me back.”

“I have to take care of some stuff. I’m wondering if you can just watch Eva for a few hours? Please. I would really appreciate it. You’re the only one I trust.”

“You know Jacob’s father just got out of rehab and he thinks we’re going to get back together? I kind of told him I would if he got clean, but I didn’t really think he would! Don’t know what to do?”

“You know Crissy? The girl that was staying with me? I went out for a few hours, just to pay some bills so they wouldn’t turn off the electricity and when I came home my TV was gone! She sold it for a quick fix. Do you believe that?”

Once Friday appears,

they disappear

into thick air

and I am alone

the same way they were

during the week while I worked

and they roamed.

It’s Friday

and I too am looking

for something to do.

I make a few calls

to see if anyone wants

to hang out, no one

picks up.

There’re busy now

putting in work,

looking for their next fix.

I wonder how many times

people have looked at my name

and number on their phones while they shot

what they bought,

what they will never own

into their systems.

Pick up, pick up,

listen.

First Published

Somewhere Lost

Library of Congress

Cataloging in Publication Data

ISBN 978-0-9714926-7-7

Jasen SousaJune 11, 2014Comment