Gris-Gris, an online journal of literature, culture & the arts

Late Rent

by Donney Rose

When my landlord finally does call
patience will have evicted itself
from his voice
shame will be heavy in mine
I will give him an imaginary deadline
pray to run into
a homicidal ATM on a mass shooting spree
collect the bullets
call him back
tell him I got rent
figure out what to do
next month.