1:04 AM, New Orleans: A Stuck Inside Poem. Day 19

I felt like the 911 operator

felt a type of way

because I didn’t want to give her my name.

Like I was keeping something from her.

No ma’am. I’d rather not

be on record right now.

I just need you to know

a whole bunch of gunshots

popped off somewhere

behind my house.  I didn’t call

to make small talk.  Gosh. 

Look.  I’m just saying

if you don’t have enough wounded

people tonight and wanna go look

for some, I got the inside scoop

on where you can find a whole lot of violence.