House Arrest.

Conversation with a past love.

Authors collection

I spent a lot of time

Watching my man chop it up on the bed

I sat next to him while he had one ear on the phone

Leanin in with his right elbow up

Propping the coke up on a plate on the comforter

Air seepin in through the plastic

Covers on the windows

Little trap house in the hood in Gary

Blue lights come thru like flames

I sat and felt a little twitch maybe,

And watch him get up alert

Calm,

Same time

Same frame

Gently, swiftly shut the shades.

I never had the kids home when he was Bagging the shìt up

Because boundaries are very important, he used to say.

Last winter I snagged a new job

At a private practice on the south side

Creepin a little closer to the come up

Creepin a little further out south

Toward where he stay

Where we used to lay.